MY DEAR WIFE
Lew Gentilella
United Kingdom
Stuck in this God forsaken trench
With its God-awful stench,
Freezing cold,
Shivering,
Extremities numb,
Feet soaking wet,
Rotting.
With only my fellow soldiers and the rats for companionship,
Letters are my comfort upon a cold dark night,
Letters from the love of my life,
My dear wife.
A delicate snowflake floats gracefully upon the end of my rifle,
Its beauty reminds me of her,
I reminisce of better days,
Days spent with the love of my life,
My dear wife.
Suddenly, a deafening bang!
Dazed, disorientated, and confused,
A rabbit in headlights,
Scared stiff,
All around me I see bullets flying,
Grown men crying,
Planes dropping bombs overhead,
Dead bodies lying motionless in the boggy mud
Drowning in puddles of blood.
Hit by a bullet to the chest,
I fall to my knees
Struggling to breathe,
Lungs filling with blood,
Gasping for air.
In my final moments of life
All I can think about is
My dear wife.