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
Contributors;
@Yikici
@Jamtots
@Stablish
@leelee101
Proposed contributor:
@BethyBoo
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;
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