No Mans Land: Through the eyes of a soldier

Poppies lay where once i fought
and lost many a friend and foe
millions were slaughtered
though some lived on -
a cursed half life it is so

i am one of those 'lucky' men
who survived to tell the tale
but speak i do not
and nor do i live
for this life can only be hell

to look into the eyes
of a dying man
and to lie to the bitter end
'you'll be ok, i promise you'
how painful it was to pretend

every scolding tear shed
signifies the minutes i wasted
scouring no mans land
but you had gone to a peaceful place
and left noone to hold my hand