My Dear Wife, by Ken Henderson Subscribe to rss feed for Ken Henderson

baby girl i miss you so much. it is so dark and gloomy here.
knowing now what hell really is. trying not to make to many
friends because they end up dead within days. wishing i was
home with you holding you close in my arms again. i am being
sent on a top secret mission with little possiblity of
making it back alive. you will be on my mind baby and i
promise to come back for you. pass my love on to everyone,
love you with all my heart.

hell

the trenchs have become infested with disease
food almost unbearable to stomach
sludging through the mud
waiting for the next whistle to sent us over the top
ears ringing from the loud blast of mortar shells
brightening up the dark sky
bullets whizzing past your head
no mans land filled with the bodies of allies and enemies
bodies caught in the barb wire
hanging there like dead animals
looking around seeing men and young boys
crying for the fear of death is around the corner
always having to be on your guard
i am in hell
wishing that no person has to see what i have seen
the horrifying and terrifying pictures burnt into my mind
haunting me until the day i die
evil lingers over this land
consuming the men
not knowing if any good will come out of this
when will it end
Posted: 2007-08-31 22:12:00 UTC

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2007-09-20 22:30:55 ~~~~GLOSTARG~~~~
I think i like this poem best of the ones I have read of yours. So much reality here in this poem, and a sad state of war, evil,and death.