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.
Copyright © Nathan Hannen | Year Posted 2011
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