Life at war Poem

Life at War
by: thepoemfairy

Only hear bombs
My friends are slowly dying, while listening to them crying
The mud here is so deep, must not fall asleep
Have to keep watch, my eyes are burning

Soldiers in their death bed, right on the ground
No one can move them, can't make a sound
I hear them moan, tears fall to my cheek
Realizing how much this means to me

Mud reaching the top of my knees, I wish I could feel that breeze
Want to freeze time to go back, please, please, please
Not knowing my last day, never take this for granted
As this experience has taught me I'm blessed and enchanted

Want to go home, still haunted forever,
Rats, mud and lack of food, you name it, we were fooled,
Never again, I've learned for my children,
As this experience will be remembered and cherished forever