Helmet hard as a coconut, smut covered faces
There I, sitting in my army hut
Commissioner ruling out the next day, if it may even come
Where men and fellowship lay silent above the winter grounds
Take another ones bed, pictures of beloved wives and children put away
'Take no pity!' he says, for how can we continue with fear?
My armour gets heavier by the day, oh mother...help me through this hour
Smut covered faces glaring at their watches, knowing we are next to lay below ground with our families weeping for peace
YOU ARE READING
ᴅᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ ᴏғ ᴏɴᴇ sᴇʟғ。
Poetry'A glance into my imagination' @lividbruisespoetry ❌Do not claim as your own❌
