Written By Nitya Pancholi (Grade 8)
Crack!
I look around, my vision obscured
The field shaded in tons of redÂ
Was now blurred by a smokescreen
I glanced around the battlefieldÂ
My eyes bloodshot and my limb trembling
A ringing
SilenceÂ
People say a fatal gun wound is one unheard
For the remaining seconds in which I had strengthÂ
To grasp onto my life
Red was all I could seeÂ
Death
An inevitable fate
And a concept during life
However on the battlefieldÂ
An expectation
A realityÂ
Featured Image Courtesy – Politico
