Poems

Decaying Life

Haggard sea a misty bluff, Stargazer's flurry on sorted hills, Open sky to one's suggest moment, Forever alive in a voice of shadows. Looking upon a sacred beauty, The mind wonders to a forgotten place,

Break Of Day In The Trenches

As I walk to the frontline, I hear the calling, mortal whine. The sound of shells everywhere, I see people, sit and stare. The smell of fear in the air! Is my future over there? My grave is made for me, a creator hole.