The First War Ever Fought Poem by Nikko Davis
The First War Ever Fought
Face to the surface, back to the ceiling, The bunker breached.
Alarm screaming, limbs loose, my peace so impeached.
Eyes like iron curtains, struggling to avoid the light.
Dark Hands and fingers twitching forward.
Arms struggling to reach onward.
Tunnels of darkness creep in from the corners.
I lie still and start to feel no more.
Drool pooling on my bed, as I begin to snore.
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