The Innocent

Sitting in my room
Staring at my walls
Shoots ring out in impending doom
Crashing, came down the halls

Down below my window
The fighting flares up
All I could do is follow
The sounds coming up

And through the riddled
Walls that loom over
Me. I feel so little
From under my bed, hover

Over my dog. Where
And when will the fighting stop
The out of nowhere
An explosion, a bomb dropped

On to my head
I feel like flying
But under my bed
I am dieing