A Soldiers Lament Poem by Phil Soar

I painted a shadow on a moonlit wall,
Without even knowing I was there at all,
It followed my path,
I watched it fall,
Oh how I wish I was home once more.

The paleness of death passes overhead,
As I lie in this trench wishing I was dead,
But the longing for life,
Takes preference instead,
Oh how I wish I was home again.

Silently I sit, and pray for peace,
That all hostilities will cease,
As each day passes,
I await my release,
Oh how I pray for peace to reign.

Whilst all at once it's dark and cold,
That certainty I might grow old,
Is shattered. Sold,
To a dampened soul,
Oh how nice to be home once more.