From My Diary: Sadness
Everyday we advance further up the ridge
Clouds of dirt seem to be detonated spontaneously
eyes burning with the smog of war
ear piercing screams encompassing my thoughts
gripping the mud as we examine our own mortality
red waters flow through torsos strewn far and wide
lay still until our adversary ceases bombarding with shells
Hearts pulsating with the shock of combat
The war cry from afar shoots adrenalin directly into our veins
Sweating, nausea, fever shivers ordered from hell
God bless our souls as we risk the ultimate gift, life
30/10/17
finished 7th in From My dairy Competion 8/11/17
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