A Child's Memories of a War

I just like to say that I am heading to the semi-final to the 13th Annual Youth Speak Poetry Slam! I was so nervous when I at the stage. I stumble at the beginning of my poem and I was like "Shit, now I wish I have my notebook with me". The event was pretty interesting, more intense than last year. A lots of energy and judge "booing". I was scare because a lots of the poet score like a 9.8 - 10, so I was like "uh oh". In the end I made it. I will be working on my poem for the semis! Here is the poem that I recite at the prelim.

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A Child's Memories of a War

The house are all left in ruin.
The lamp posts are armed with a dying flame
welcoming the soldiers home.

The wind howls at the sound
of the war raging in the distance.
The sky is blackened out by smoke.

And I am trapped here, in my room,
forced to listen to the gunshots.
Each night, the noise grows louder and louder

until I can hear it knocking on my door,
but I am too scare to answer it.
I mean, what can I do?

Because a child only know how to make wishes,
like a wish for a hopeful new day,
or a wish for the night to end.

But, a wish is a wish,
a gunshot is a gunshot,
firing in the distance, rocking me to sleep.