Friday Fun

Crouched - in a hole, lone;
death bullets circle his home.
Child, stranger to calm.

Fear - a common foe,
That visits with every shot.
Trapped, nowhere to go.

Panic - never far,
Unease is all that greets him.
Nothing left but scars.

Home; this snow filled trench
Olfactory overload
Deaths coppery stench

Battlefield - on the edge,
Ready to step forth
Take a leap over the ledge.

Dreams- are all he has,
Where innocence is not dead,
and blood is not shed.

Childhood spent in fear,
Love, fun, happiness - unknown,
No family; lone.

Contributors;

@Yikici
@Jamtots
@Stablish
@leelee101
@BethyBoo
@minxyMolly
@Irrational_Kimmi

Proposed contributor:
@sjw

The rules:

Following the lines you have written, tag another wonderful Opussian to continue with a haiku - who we will encourage to tag another Opussian and so forth until the piece comes to a natural end declared by the last writer of the piece - who will in turn choose an appropriate name for finished piece. :-)

Each contributor will be required to tag in the predecessors of the piece so we can all follow the developments together. Please tag it;