I Am At War

• Georgia Downward, Grade 12
• Poetry
• 2021

Screeches, howls of pain rack through my brain
Blinding gas so I can't see, shaking in terror another dead
the machinery roars, as bullets fly with no mercy
the squelch of the ground below as it swallows our feet whole
Despair, deranged, demented
my eyes turn white as blood is flicked onto my face
blood red as the demon himself,
he embodies yet another innocent man to take another life
the sound of thuds radiates through my body as soldiers drop one by one
no sun, just clouds of misery
finally silence.
everyone dead
I am at war.