Life In The Trenches

by Vicki Marshall   Mar 6, 2005


On the battle fields of life

I am losing

I've been torn apart and wounded

I ask my self-why?

I now know what I must do

As machine gun bullets rank

My tattered body

I cry the blood red tears of death

I have fallen

With the sound of mortar rounds and falling souls in the distance

The silent screams of men

Turned against each other

Forced to fight a non-existing battle

A battle, which we are losing

Are bodies are running on sweat and tears

As the red sun sets

Blood will be spilt this eve

As I look around

I see tattered bodies and fallen comrades

This bloody battle we are losing

There is nothing left to do

With each wind that blows

It whispers "minatory suicide"

They have sent us to a bloody factory

We are getting slaughtered

Suicide is no longer an option

It has now come down to this

Kill or be killed

The enemy is not resisting

We've run out of everything

Food, water and our sanity

Men are falling all around

Friends, foes, and comrades

Into the organ grinder they go

The trench walls are stained with blood

Mangled bodies scattered everywhere

Grim, sad faces of boys

Turned men

The only water that remains in the puddles is tainted with blood

The beaches, the trenches and the land

All mortified with blood.

Dead bodies line the road

The wounded wandering around hopelessly

Sanity running on empty

In the distance you can hear

The shrieks

The wounded pleading and crying

In the field

For a medic

But none shall answer

Their hopeless calls

In the idle of all this pain, dieing and agony

I stop to think

How could parents send their only sons here?

Why do men enlist for this hell?

How come some live and some die?

Amongst all the confusion

Fighter pilots circle overhead

Like vultures seeking its pray

As the bombs drop all around me

I am unaware

I simple stare at all the destruction and mayhem

Then everything stops

I can see people moving

But I cannot hear them

Glass shatters from a near by window

I see the shards of glass

But cannot feel them

I am numb

As reality comes to consume me once again

I now hear the screams

I now feel the pain

There is no way to escape

This madness

This is my hell

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