War almost over, or so we hear
Whistles blow, along the trench,
from yonder, deaths bitter stench
Crossing razor wire, into-no mans land,
Bullets scream, a target I stand.
Praying to survive, A bursting shell.
My body then shattered, there I fell.
On a battlefield, wounded, in pain.
Never see loved ones, ever again
Fluid of life, slowly ebbing away,
Never imagining this fateful day.
In a wilderness, feeling alone.,
Through night, an incessant groan.
All that's left, is love in my heart,
For loved one's, as life I depart.
Hazy thoughts, come to the fore,
Dead, forgotten, alive no more.
Memories fading, through tearful eyes,
Trying to remember, amid dying cries.
Alone on a battlefield, for life I fight,
A soldier fallen, taken this night,
Taking my leave, a greater duty calls,
Before my eyes, another soldier falls.
Looking down, on fields of poppy red,
Each one a comrade, soldiers dead,
Never forget, those souls so brave.
For you alone, their life they gave.
Robert Lewis
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