War

I stood, Amid the fresh graveyard 

Gooey, darkened, blood, Askew cans of Lard 

I dragged the limp carcass of my once determined comrade, propping him against the muddy, cold barricade. 

Limping, I trudged through the trench, wishing my terrible memories would fade. 

Piles of death, awaiting their chance, 

To take the life of another with their menacing dance/ 

Just looking at it made the hole in my chest ache, 

I grasped at the wound, holding in my life, I wished this was fake. 

I inhaled, a painful gasp, of the chilling crisp air, with a stench of blood. 

I felt nauseous, seasick. I toppled backwards into the ice-cold mud. 

A chill ran up my spine. My voice echoed, although I spoke in my head. 

I tried to see but couldn’t even look dead ahead. 

It was chilling. I was floating in what felt like water but thicker 

I sat up, my senses slowly coming, when I heard a faint cheerful snicker. 

A girl, long straight brunette hair, glistening blue eyes, My DAUGHTER. 

She danced around playfully. How I wished to join her instead of being amidst all this slaughter. 

I grasped at the illusion, falling into the thick darkened pool of blood. 

I inhaled for air, all the energy drained from my body, when I heard an echoing thud! 

I snapped awake, drenched in sweat, A German guard slapped me across the face. 

How I wished to fight back, although I was tied to a chair. Was this my fate? 

He pointed to a tub of water and spoke in lingo I’d never heard. 

Wo sind die Amerikaner? Questioned the man, who looked a bit slurred 

What did he say, Well I don’t know. 

At that moment, I was knocked cold, as what felt like snow