Raining hard, <br />my back hurts, <br />I’m very cold, <br />feet soaking wet, <br />they hurt, I rest. <br /> <br />No sleep for days; <br />I drag my feet, <br />soggy mud, <br />trench a bog; <br />it’s full of tears! <br /> <br />What time is it? <br />Dawn or dusk? <br />Rats, many rats, <br />run from holes <br />in side of trench. <br /> <br />Lots of corpses; <br />my arm hurts, <br />runs with blood, <br />had I passed out? <br />I don’t remember. <br /> <br />I……. <br />do not want <br />to recall, <br />the hell of war, <br />the noise, the smoke, <br />the bodies fall. <br /> <br />Rains relentlessly, <br />drip, drip, <br />it runs down my neck. <br />Wish I was home, <br />a warm mug of tea, <br />two sugars please? <br /> <br />A light, a flash, <br />an explosion; <br />as I depart this world, <br />I wonder, how <br />this all came to be, <br />but mostly <br />WHY I came! <br /> <br /> <br />19-11-2008<br /><br />Bob Blackwell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-soldier-11/
