My Fears Poem by lorissa cowan

The dripping of blood,
The crying of tears,
What should I do?
To confront my fears.

The splash of blood,
The splash of wine,
What can I do?
To get away from the front line.


Gun fire….
And screams of pain,
What can I do?
I can’t stand the shame.

I saw you die,
You saw me cry,
What should I do?
How should I live my life?

I cry for you,
You cry for me,
But I can’t see.

I smiled to you,
You smiled at me,
But that must only mean one thing.

I look at myself,
And see all white,
I look behind and get a fright,
I see white wings.

I spread them and flew away