I was on the front line
sanity held borderline
by the sheer memory
of my long-lost family.

My heartbeat marched alongside
me in my painful stride,
a pace that kept me alive.
Memories of home,
if there, I will ever again arrive.

Sleepless nights
because of a threat of danger
in amongst men, I was a stranger
because men like me
they come and go
the trench was a prison
and I was on death row.