Drip, drop,

The little red pearlets fall to the ground.

Sob, dab,

The small salty crystals roll down his cheeks.

She's turning her head to the sides,

Trying to shake away the sting.

He's cuddling his stomach hard,

Trying to stop the thump inside from continuing.

They are all muttering, stuttering

For at least a ping of help.

Rushing to the left,

Dashing to the right,

Going in the painful warmth,

Going out in the torturous cold,

In and out, in and out;

But the rage of war has spat out

So many people,

So, so many!.....

Too many.

...But it's only another day...

A/N: in case you didn't get it, this is about how there were like LOADS of people injured and all during the war in Naruto, and how Sakura was having trouble taking care of every single person really quickly. IDK if you've noticed, but I sometimes make up words in my poems (in another poetry book, I made up incredibling). Anyway, hope you likey ^^