Dead Of The Night

• Lauren Formica, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2017

I lay still in the dead of the night
The cold air strikes my back like lightning
Like lightning it tingles and causes me to shiver
Shiver like all the bodies in the dead of the night
The fear of the unknown is the silent, dark killer, this blood bath
This blood bath in which I sit on
This blood bath which has taken precious lives
And turned them to ashes
What once was a father, a brother, a friend is now ashes
Ashes on the field in the dead of the night
My head pounds with every fire of a gun
With every drop of a bomb I become numb
Tears stain my youthful cheeks like raindrops on a dirty canvas
Oh why oh why did I leave Kansas
My bed my family and so much more
Oh how I would long to be out of this war