blood

bleeding a bloody mess

I look around I don't know

where I amI am on the hard

copper-colored floor

outside I look around and

see a truck with a red cross.

 

I hear wailing sirens and

I hear cracking wood

I think about what going on

when I heard a voice say

shes over here I feel

strong comforting

arms underneath me

as all went black

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world

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