Trenches.
Like the unearthed graves of deceased soldiers
Lying still as lifeless boulders
Melancholy grey clouds weep into the foundations
As rats scatter to seek salvation
The trauma that war provides
Will never ever leave my side

Trenches.
Frostbitten fingers and war-rotten toes
Shell shocked men shivering in the snow
Bullet wound buried in limbs
Tortured minds full of woe
The trauma that war provides
Will never ever leave my side