Shells are exploding <br />Rapidly above my trench, <br />They blow themselves to <br />Pieces with all of the <br />Enemies hatred and rage. <br />The tremendous blast is <br />Overwhelming; my ears <br />can not cope with the <br />Exploding rage; gloomy, <br /> Deep red blood is beginning <br />To pour out from my <br />Shell-shocked ear drums. <br /> <br />It is impossible to avoid the <br />Horror-stricken sight of <br />One of my mates wailing <br />And screaming in agony, as <br />They die a very slow and cumbersome <br />Death. <br /> <br />My colonel shouted, “Into no man's land you go! ” <br />There's no time to prepare for the hell of a battle <br />Which awaits me. I feel a shudder of anxiety <br />Tingle down my spine; as the dark and mysterious <br />Shadows of no man's land hang solemnly above <br />My trench, and into the depths of the murky <br />And eerie mud below. <br /> <br /> I must put all of those terrible and <br />Patronising thoughts and sights aside, <br />For it is my destiny to climb <br />Over the flesh shredding barbed wire, <br />And venture deep into no man's land.<br /><br />Dan Jordan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/life-in-the-trenches/
