One’s sorrow is like a well, filled to the depths with darkness.

The devil dwells inside of every man fearing the trenches.

One’s sorrow is like a year, filled with dark and devious nights.Creatures of the night, stalking helpless prey.

Evil entities feeding from every soldiers emotions.

One’s sorrow is beyond compare to that of a soldier’s frightful fears of the trenches.

It’s like losing a family member; yet they are very much alive.Families sit, awaiting the company of their loved ones.

One’s sorrow is like a well, revealing true emotions about leaving for the trenches…