Bunker: poem by James Kavanagh (14)
I wake in the rubble,
Memories flashing like a bolt,
Just to remember my double,
Just to remain at a halt,
He lay dead.
Stone pierced like a sword,
He lay on his bed,
Here comes the horde,
I decide to run.
Stumbling through the town,
I find a gun,
I decide not to bow down,
Opening fire,
Closing in,
The situation is dire,
I will correct my sin,
As I just narrowly dodge,
I get attacked by a hound,
It knocking me into my lodge,
making me fall to the ground,
I duck and run,
The hound keeps trying,
I shoot my gun,
The hound is dying,
As I run into the light,
I hear friendlies chattering,
I feel bright,
Even though I took a battering.
By James Kavanagh (14)