Never Ending Hell

• Tamaryn Heck, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2009

As I sat there in anguish
my head against the wall
Would I hear from him tonight?
Would I see him at all?

My memories of him
are hazy with age
as every day passes
page by page.

My mind started flowing
with thoughts of death and suffering
what caused this kind of hell
that seems never ending.

My father went to war
he is too strong to fall
So,will I hear from him tonight?
Will I see him at all?