Battle

• Janea Rogers, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2021

Battles are the colour of a black panther pouncing
It smells of a room full of rotten milk
It tastes like eating a spoonful of Vegemite
It sounds like a ticking time bomb about to explode
It feels like the world is about to be filled with misery
It looks like a mass murder scene has taken place
Battles are psychological torture for the soldier