Rubble

• Jessica Porter, Grade 11, Gungahlin College -
• Poetry
• 2018

Excellence Award in the 'Write Along 2018' competition

It’s a dull ache that settles over you like a blanket
Breathe in the blood tainted dust
Compressing you until the mundane becomes unmanageable
Feel the shrapnel’s coat of rust

It fills the waking hours in its unproductive prowess
My eyes are as empty as the bombed-out church
It coils, an angry snake biting at my temples.
A lone crow surveys from its rubble perch

A tiredness consumes my ever-waking days,
There’s nothing left in this desolate field
A desire to stand still and make the world go away
To the reaper should I yield?

No, forever is an impossibility, to say so is denial
But you must carry on for the ones who never will