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Wake-up

September 27, 2008
By stephanie leach BRONZE, Union Gap, Washington
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I'm running
I hear the gunshots
not again.
I'm looking for him.
He's somewhere different
every time.
Someone jumps on me.
Its him.
I scream
and hit
he falls
I keep hitting him
he screams "honey stop"
I pause
but then keep hitting him
"Honey stop now!"
I stop and look at him
I look real close.
Then I wake-up,
There she is,
my wife
crying in the corner
in front of me
sitting where he was.

The author's comments:
this is a extra credit asignment i did inn my U.S.history2 class my junior year. I did a poem about people exsierences after Vietnam. i wrote a poem about something my teacher said, but i took my own turn on it. which is why its fiction.
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