My Dear Wife

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By Ken Henderson

baby girl i miss you so much. it is so dark and gloomy here. knowing now what hell really is. trying not to make to many friends because they end up dead within days. wishing i was home with you holding you close in my arms again. i am being sent on a top secret mission with little possiblity of making it back alive. you will be on my mind baby and i promise to come back for you. pass my love on to everyone, love you with all my heart. hell the trenchs have become infested with disease food almost unbearable to stomach sludging through the mud waiting for the next whistle to sent us over the top ears ringing from the loud blast of mortar shells brightening up the dark sky bullets whizzing past your head no mans land filled with the bodies of allies and enemies bodies caught in the barb wire hanging there like dead animals looking around seeing men and young boys crying for the fear of death is around the corner always having to be on your guard i am in hell wishing that no person has to see what i have seen the horrifying and terrifying pictures burnt into my mind haunting me until the day i die evil lingers over this land consuming the men not knowing if any good will come out of this when will it end

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September 20, 2007 22:30 ~~~~GLOSTARG~~~~

I think i like this poem best of the ones I have read of yours. So much reality here in this poem, and a sad state of war, evil,and death.