by Elisha Joyce

Suffering tastes like tears
Rolling down my face.
Suffering looks like a black cloud
covering the sky.
Suffering smells like smoke
Filling up the senses.
Suffering feels like destruction
Of things all around me.
Suffering sounds like silence
All over the world.
Suffering is most at home
In war torn countries.

Written as part of Poetry as Commemoration workshops for Transition Years led by Terry McDonagh and Mary Melvin Geoghegan in Castlerea Community School, Roscommon, in  October 2023.