Bethan Ackerley Poems

He sleeps,
Sleeps in the hope of something better,
Dreams of butterflies and shattered glass,
Acid rain and birdsong,
...

I fear we’re,
Drowning in the stench,
Of freshly rotting flesh,
And newly folded uniforms,
...

My private reality,
It keeps me sane,
My viscous abnormality,
Leaves me alone again,
...

Beep beep,
Beep beep,
The beeps are sending me to sleep,
Sickly stench,
...

Got no faith,
Got no soul,
Marches on,
Through bullets and bombs,
...