Deafening Silence.
I sit in the trenches, shivering.
Trembling at the thought of the next bomb about to explode,
Causing my ears to ring, just like a bell.
As I stare around at the death that encircles me,
I see a soldier who I’ve known since my early youth
He oscillates at the sound of every gun and bomb that strikes around him
He is a man of great dignity and pride
But the war can bring any man to his knees.
Home.
I recall leaving home.
Every word my mother uttered shot through me like a rifle
I think of her arms wrapping around me,
I ache for that love now, even at the age I am.
Recalling the windmill that is just outside my house,
The wind twisting its fingers through my hair
And making me feel like gravity has departed,
Like I’m soaring through the clouds that look so mild and peaceful
That I could step out and walk along them.
But no.
I’m not at home anymore,
I am here, in a war.
I war, where millions of men will die,
Fighting for their county, and what for?