Caught between gunfire in a field painted red <br />Bullets and shells falling upon you like rain <br />There is no escape from it, trapped <br />Explosions and shrill cries <br />Even the silence becomes mind shattering <br />In no mans land <br /> <br />Rotting corpses all around <br />Amputated limbs hanging from the trees <br />Sickening moans from the barely living <br />There is no relief from the suffering <br />Not when you’re trapped <br />In no mans land <br /> <br />The sickening smell of death <br />The fear of the unknown, the beyond <br />There are no longer any enemies, all are equal <br />Grenades, shells, bullets <br />They cross through the air <br />In no mans land <br /> <br />You pray for an end to the war <br />You pray for a quick painless death <br />You pray to be back home <br />Because anything has to be better <br />Then being put at rest <br />In no mans land<br /><br />Kristy Laking<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/no-mans-land-2/
