Poetry of the trenches,
of senses still
Age stood stuck in the soil,
streaks of piercing sound
swallow any hope
Pride and honour
all fade away,
as the eyes of the enemies
slip, here to stay
Don't listen,
for the sounds of sorrow
curl up in a corner of your mind
For a moment,
do not stop
As it slips through your soul, silent and slow.
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoetryPoems that I've written when I was bored or had nothing else to do and maybe some other stuff too [CW/TW - if you think any should be added please message or comment and i will add them]
