A Casualty of Life

So small and fragile

Battered and Bruised

Cracked glasses

And broken smile

So full of life

Instantly taken

Shot with a bullet

By a thing called strife.

It's suppose to be written like that. Because the person is looking down at the boy that was killed. (The person is maybe a crime investigater. I sometimes do that. Enter into the mind of someone else. It's how I write about things I've never experienced.)

What do you think? I really love critiques and constructive criticism.