[this poem was written for a WWI report]
Horrific memories plague
day and night:
Stench of death fills nostrils.
Tears of sorrow and hate burn eyes.
A shroud of trepidation envelopes the trench.
Those alive tremble with fear.
Thousands sent "over the top" daily,
never to return.
Friends sprawled lifeless near those
begging for sleep.
Mud fills the living's boots by day.
Rats nestle faithfully at night.
Days endless, nights eternal.
Life in the trenches is virtual Hell.
Horrific memories plague
day and night:
Stench of death fills nostrils.
Tears of sorrow and hate burn eyes.
A shroud of trepidation envelopes the trench.
Those alive tremble with fear.
Thousands sent "over the top" daily,
never to return.
Friends sprawled lifeless near those
begging for sleep.
Mud fills the living's boots by day.
Rats nestle faithfully at night.
Days endless, nights eternal.
Life in the trenches is virtual Hell.
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