Rupert Bullard (Year 9)
Inspiration Artwork: 'Honour' (2020) by Georgina Davy

Pain.

Loss.

Destruction.

I look in the mirror, and still see the piercing fear nestle behind my glassy eyes.

My past.

Dark.

Scary.

I still feel hurt within the deep scars that bare my arms.

Often as I lie in bed, unable to sleep, it all floods back to me.

Everything.

The screaming.

I

Remember

Running

Down

The

Creaky

Stair

Case

I remember the fire. A deep red orange, turning everything I loved, everything we ever had, a dark, miserable, dusty black.

The smoke was too thick, I could see nothing, No one.

But still I feel that I could have saved them.

This is all my fault.

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I visit the small grey stones each morning.

Staring into the small grooves, I memorized the words written upon each small chiseled rock.

This is my fault. They could be standing here right now.

But they’re not, and they never will be.

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