Bang, bash, boom
Sshssh, whistle, splat
Slammed doors
Windows crashed
Buildings collapsed
Friends missing
Hurt or
Worst of all
Dead
Sleepless nights
Sporadic meals
Clothes nasty
Body smelling skanky
From days of
Lots of running
And more walking
Corners suspicious
Bombardments needed
When does it end
When can I go home
Some stuff you just
Don’t want to remember
In the hell of war
-Jennie Nawrocki