War

• Jayda Richardson, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2021

War is the colour of a black room with no windows to seek sunlight.
It tastes like a lonely soggy breakfast.
It smells like a mass of disgusting burning flesh.
It looks like there is no life left in the world.
It feels like the touch of a soulless body and the impact of this lifeless world.
It sounds like the souls screaming for help.
War is the life between survival and spreads fear across the world.