The storm rages while the shots go right through her,
While the souls of our fallen now rest in the dirt,
The soldiers march on they'll try to recover,
She's to far gone and their forces are hurt.
She gave her life for the fate of the battle,
But none could hold on to their hope,
Put into groups we were herded like cattle,
The trauma of war with no way to cope.
He sits at home he awaits his mother,
She thinks of him as she draws her last breath,
Instead to the house upcomes his big brother,
He must inform him of their mothers death.
(Authors Note) This is my first poem book most of them will be dark or twisted. These are all original works and I would appreciate them to remain my work but, I also understand that even if they are copied I will most likely remain unaware. Wishing you all well
-Lena
