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