Darkness overwhelms me, I can't open my eyes.
The dead and dying surround me,
I can hear their cries.
I no longer feel the pain of battle,
my end is drawing near.
I see my loving family, they take away my fear.
I die in the knowledge that I stood my ground,
in this unholy war.
Our bravery will never be forgot,
we live on in lore.
I die alone but as a hero proud,
I welcome the release of death.
My comrades begin a song of victory,
as I smile and take my final breath.
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I wrote this one for my class.
I write this now from my corridor of mud. I think of you and all things good. The bullets whistle, breaking the still air. I am surrounded by sorrow and despair. This war it plucked me from my life.
#remembrance I crouch inside this muddy trench. Death is a disease. I'm clouded by smoke With a feeling of unease. I hear a scream. A cry. A plea. But none of this Reaches me.
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