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