When The War Is Over

• Genevieve Willis, Grade 4
• Poetry
• 2022

Share with me, The love the hatred you feel
Lying on a hospital bed, shrieking out in the corridor
Coughing into a tissue, red all over, Where the parched blood lays
"Stay with" My faint sight, words repeating in my head
Flashbacks, Gunshots, blood, the breeze brushing against our wounded bodys
Will this agony come to a end?
Can't I just wash through the drain, onto a soothing Island
Where I can die in my own peace and absorb through the sand
Someday one indavidual will find me and ask
"Why and how"?
Attached to my abondoned body will be a blooomed poppy resting on my vunrable chest