A Death In War

• Mia Papatriantafillou, Grade 12
• Poetry
• 2020

I take the time now, as I lie in my regrets,
they are my shadow, following me around like my pets.
Once I was taken away with the other men,
the only way to communicate was through pen.

My family, my friends, never to see again.
That's all I could wrap around my slowly dying brain.
They were my passing thoughts, while laying in blood,
my uniform and badge also covered in mud.

The grey smoke in the sky is calling my name,
the bright sphere blinding me, taking my breath.
I leave my body, and look down at what He claims,
the field full of still bodies, and with evil laughing in the faces of death.