Cries of shells exploding are harmonised with the cries of my friends
And the deep rumble of distant guns never seems to end...
A nauseating smell of blood
Swarms my friends
forgotten
in the mud!
And I know I've been deceived
-For the things I won't receive
And the experiences you just won't believe.
When sun brings no comfort
and night no relief
The never ending feeling of grief
(A soldier shouldn't love
because then you have your heart to break
A soldier shouldn't think
because new ideas can lead to a mistake
A soldier shouldn't
Hesitate
Care
Be aware
A solider shouldn't live.)
I first leant to play chess as a boy
When it was simply a toy
but I've never stopped playing it just got bigger...
And I am nothing but a pawn in this giant game of chess
never able to turn back
Despite the futile mess
When I signed the form to go off on this track
I realise now... That was my suicide note Mum,
Because
I'm never coming back.
YOU ARE READING
The Truth
PoetryLet me just ask a few questions: 'Who are you?' 'Why are you alive?' 'What is love?' These and many more I will try answer in my new book filled with poems that really come from the heart.
