I’m sitting in my trench
Cold wet and shaking
Like a tree in the howling wind
Its time to go up
To the front to fight
To go against the Germans
To win the battle
I’m fighting now
I will keep fighting
To never give up
As long as I shall live
I give it everything I got
Like a silver medallist
Aiming for gold
Right now I’m terrified
I try to hide it away
I don’t want to get distracted
It’s a do or die situation
I just lost someone very close
He’s lying next to me now
As we keep fighting
I wonder what went through his mind
Was it quick for him? like a lightning bolt?
Was there pain? Like falling off a cliff into a big pile of rocks ?
I guess ill never know
by kelsea
big poems equal lots of interest I like how it is set too
*I love your poem and it is good.
*lots of description.
*keep it up.:);)
Good description and world world war one use really good poem
lots of detail
keep it up
poem is great brilliant description
Lots of detail 🙂
like how you left it on a cliff hanger