Tomorrow it will be over.
It will be the end of the screams, of the cries, of death.
I can say good bye to the battlefield.
I can say hello to life.
I’m alive but I don’t know how.
I’m alive but I can’t see the light.
I see nothing but darkness.
My comrades, my friends, my brothers…
They who were happy before,
Are now nothing but dust.
The sound of grenades still hurts my ears.
My injuries are still burning.
The smell of death still invades my nose.
But tomorrow it will be a new life.
Tomorrow there will no more war.
Tomorrow it will be the end.
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This poem was written for an English literature test.