The Dissaster is not the key, The days aren't so weak, The nights may be cold, But the hours can't be sold, The time will pass by, Looking for a crime.
Ever sense that day I cant say the word, It pains me when I hear it, Because I was not heard. I hated that guy, So much it pained, I kept saying it and saying it, And now it remains.
The thoughts that go through my head, They jump around, But I still can't shake his laughing sound.
I had a bad experience last year and one of the ways I cooped was with poems
Once I was good enough, Then that changed. I thought I was pretty, But I knew I was chained. I couldn't live like this anymore, I thought I once was enough, But not anymore
Walking through the mucky trench The sound of the duckboards creaking under my feet I think to myself why this is happening Why I am here
I hear the men shouting behind me I see the people getting some rest in the dug outs Commanders shouting orders as men go up and over the parapet Yelling as they run into no man’s land
The sound of gunfire and explosions They sound so distant to me I try to block the sound of men in agony in the communication trench the agony of the blood pounding in my ears driving me forward
I stand next to a man who I consider my best friend down in the trenches He looks over at me and gives me a thumbs up I hope to myself that this will all be over soon I hope that I will be able to make it
At that moment before we left The world stood still Everything was quiet Birds sung a song of hope in the distance
However that doesn’t last long My heart begins to pound as I hear the whistle blow making us move forward We climb up the ladders and over the sandbags We run into battle
We cross over the barbed wire Some getting caught Others helping others over The sound of my flesh taring as it glides by a sharp edge
I think about my wife My daughter Sitting at home in sadness as the wonder Will I make it
I hold tight to my helmet The men around me yell as they fire their guns Some not as lucky I look back seeing the last of the brave people running behind me
The constant gunfire no longer making my ears ring I hold onto the cross that was in my hand The man beside me is wounded and down But my feet compel me forward
My friend from before was caught in a fire I run to him hoping to save his life All he told me was to keep going I left him alone to die there
I continue to run as more and more solders are shot down And in a moment of realization a land mine was set off I was thrown into the air about ten feet And in the one last second I was alive I felt the presence of my father telling me everything was alright
I trace my scars every day, Wonder why I have made this mistake, I wish people could understand all my pain, So they would know the next day, I just know that I can get through, But it's harder to see you.