Panicked, Separated, Ruined Poem by Miranda Van Yperen

Small, little words
That means nasty things

Black lies, loneliness
Cuts, scrapes, and burns

Neglect and defiance
All the screaming rings

Long nights, slow days
Nobody ever learns

Fights that continue
Scream after scream

Fighters fight for excitement
Defenders fight from fear

The battle goes on
Night, day and in between

Blood spilled, bones broken
Cries of pain you hear

Enduring deaths of friends
And the loss of many more

If there was an end
The people would be beat

Each little part of them
Would be very sore

Finally when it ends
The others will retreat