deepundergroundpoetry.com
Rounds Hitting the Ground
As bullet rounds hit the ground.
Everybody will duck down.
The rounds that fly.
Someone has died.
All I hear is this right now.
That is rounds hitting the ground.
Everybody will duck down.
The rounds that fly.
Someone has died.
All I hear is this right now.
That is rounds hitting the ground.
Published 19th Jun 2017
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 5
reading list entries 0
comments 4
reads 697
Commenting Preference:
The author encourages honest critique.
19th Jun 2017 3:17am
19th Jun 2017 1:44pm
30th Sep 2017 11:26pm
25th Apr 2018 9:31am
Chilling, the sound of bullets hitting the ground or flesh will never ever quite, echoing forevermore. Written with powerful Raw grit creating terrifying imagery, love the steady flow of rhythm. Well done Kavik, much love deep respect,
me✴️🔫
me✴️🔫
