World War 1 poem
Overwhelming and apprehensive,
Silent and subdued,
Incessant macabre torment, nightmares of the head.

Deafening tumult and echoing mist,
Knock kneed, alarmed and desultory men,
Unceasing quavering, perishing drizzle and bloodshed.

Restricted motion, weighed down and limp,
Inadequate focus and deficient in defence,
One more onslaught and I’ll end up dead.

Shots fired and countless fall,
Unhuman corpses and helpless crawl,
Among them all my trembling soul.