Enemy Lines Poem by Alyssa Rieper

At every second, a bullet flies
Enemy lines, where I lie
Bullet in my arm, hand cold and numb
Look all around, one chance to run
I jump up as fast as I can
No other choice but to bolt from my stand
Almost there, few more strides
I sense a light feeling take me aside
A painful shot brings me down
I fall face first into the ground
Pray for my children, so strong and smart
I die for my country, bullet pierced heart