These are the dead lands, <br />In marshy waters I do walk, <br />Where the dead lie below us, <br />And living ought not to want, <br />These marshes they are grotesque, <br />Flowing with blood and rot, <br />And my hands are covered In the stuff, <br />Although I wish theyd not. <br /> <br />I recall it but a dream to me, <br />Search amongst the bloody sea, <br />Hoping there my family would be, <br />But alas they've burned on the wooden tree. <br /> <br />Now I've spotted another floor, <br />Once dirt now turned into red blood rust, <br />Saturating the sands of time, <br />Unable to contain, <br />The raging men left behind. <br /> <br />The sky it's grey in this hour, <br />Although the sun does shine, <br />as it may, <br />Mine eyes cannot penetrate beauty, <br />Only death carries me.<br /><br />Sandra jacks<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-soldier-boy/
