The War

April 20, 2010
By , Albuquerque, NM
It was a cold and foggy morning,
The fight was nearly over,
My bones ached, my head pounded,
There had been enough killing,
When will it end?
Shells shatter, the fire roars,
Spent shells lie among the dead,
Bullets are loaded, Boom! gone,
Slapping in the next round, Click!
The final shot takes the life away.

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jessica.cherish.conner said...
May 8, 2010 at 12:56 pm
extremely well written
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