The Trench - Anna Collinson
Damp life in the trench.
Dead bodies surrounded,
I smell the stench.
Abandoned and silent.
No mans land.
Life and death go hand in hand,
bullets go speeding past my head.
I'm tired and cold.
I need my bed.
Hunger pains twist and turn.
Pain in my heart for my family burns.
My life in the trench is lonely and cold.
My wife, my children I long to hold.
When will this end