Memories

• Sophie Beveridge, Grade 5
• Poetry
• 2020

We packed up as fast as lighting and were gone as quickly as the storm rolled in.
But in the chaos, it wasn’t the lightning that that hit me, it was the sad twisted memories.
Bodies lying lifeless on the ground. It was a victory which felt like a loss.
Our best men gone.
Now I felt all alone the ride home full of sorrow, guilt and loneliness.
Standing at the ships gangway, how was I going to leave this ship,
half dead inside?
I hear people cheering, I see their bright faces, I don’t deserve this.
I let my best mate down while he sacrificed himself for me.
How was I going to walk away from that?