A soldiers night
Again
he found himself
there
in his private hell
tortured by his memories
a war that’s past
and left behind
but tell that to his mind
his no brain no longer
functioning
logical
how can it ?
Four years
trench warfare
death fills his air
as he sleeps
beside him weeps
his sweetheart now his wife
she weeps for him
she sees not him
just a shell
of a man
whose been to hell
and back
she coaxes him
back to sleep
with her soothing words
another night
sleep disturbed
there , there
sleep tight
my hero
Apr 23, 2019
Apr 23, 2019 at 9:01 AM UTC
A soldiers night
Again
he found himself
there
in his private hell
tortured by his memories
a war that’s past
and left behind
but tell that to his mind
his no brain no longer
functioning
logical
how can it ?
Four years
trench warfare
death fills his air
as he sleeps
beside him weeps
his sweetheart now his wife
she weeps for him
she sees not him
just a shell
of a man
whose been to hell
and back
she coaxes him
back to sleep
with her soothing words
another night
sleep disturbed
there , there
sleep tight
my hero
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