15 March 2013
Crouched - in a hole, lone; death bullets circle his home. Child, stranger to calm.
Fear - a common foe, That visits with every shot. Trapped, nowhere to go.
Panic - never far, Unease is all that greets him. Nothing left but scars.
Home; this snow filled trench Olfactory overload Deaths coppery stench
Battle - on the edge, Ready to step forth today leap over the ledge.
Dreams- are all he has, Where innocence is not dead, and blood is not shed.
Childhood spent in fear, Love, fun, happiness - unknown, No family; alone.
Desensitised; numb, A soldier, out of his depth Who has not yet wept.
Suppressed; out of sight, His dreams and hopes Will they ever see the light?
Innocence - lost going over the top Another child dead When will it stop?
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