I used to love these dreary, gray days
they'd lift my spirits
out of the muddy trenches
and straight through No-Man's-Land.

But today
gas
    is
      approaching
yellow and lurching
choking -
soldiers of the mind engulfed by
a creeping monstrosity.

The screams -
guttural like a raven's croak -
are unbearable
I was not ready for this.
I was too soft
we're all too weak.

It's a wonder
that there
is
anyone
left.