Trenches

Trenches By Nathan Hannen I look at the moon, Unaffected by superiority of height With another bang a mortar explodes nearby, Loss of sight Now the rain begins drenching our fragile souls, Never right The silence only separated by human cries and terrific pain The machine guns volley their assaults, Again more slain On this pointless stage of war enemies hit hard and we are insane As this terrible era of death continues, Our souls flood The soldiers faces look blank and scared, Covered in mud The scars of war cut deep inside me, Another dud The attacks continue in their unrelentlessness, Our bodies are scattered With downward spiraling thoughts and morale, The collective heart is shattered Rain and mud combine to seep our energy, Blown apart, Sinews splattered I pray this oblivion will cease, My hand touches my heart This single thought racing in my mind, Of green silent fields and a fresh start Bodies flung to the side with nowhere to hide, I have played my part Amid confusion and chaos the noise stops, An all too familiar sign Onward the enemy thrusts, Forcing us, Cries of pain, Resign Many thoughts extinguished and expired, Except mine Bayonets of unsparing mercy pierce us, The men I knew, Cut in half The mind witnessing the the body laying still, An escape path Then up with true strength we rise, With built up anger and wrath Soldiers forgotten like the falling rain, Their souls, A battle long gone I march forward, One track mind, It won't be long The End.