Mountain of souls
Red water flows on the red stains of the past.
They believed we were brave, they were wrong.
I scream in silence, and wonder why they can’t hear me.
Terror strikes me in the head, I feel drowsy.
Their pleads for life, the voice of death, still rings in my ears.
Every rock on my chest takes away a piece of sanity.
My family waits for me, but I can’t bring myself back.
They ask me how I survived, their face lit up with glee.
I say I didn’t.
I stand on this mountain of souls, wondering why they can’t hear me.
English Hon. 1B