Maria Turley


My Dead Friend - Poem by Maria Turley

I’m in the trench lying on the ground
My comrades around me - we support each other
We’re all quite deafened by the loud sound
Of bombs and bangs - then wonder if we’ll see our mother

My feet are cold my clothes are wet
The rats run around us - are our friends
With my rifle out-stretched and I’m ready to bet -
Who will kill another enemy - with no love he sends

The sky has become blue as I stare up above
For a brief moment the time stands still
How I wished I was back home with my love
Or wonder if I will ever see her again

As I look over my shoulder to see
My friend – he’s been wounded – how bad I don’t know
I shout to him to be brave, but lying still he be
And again the dirt explodes and lands below

My friend is slumped down on the ground
The blood spurts from around his head
He’s not the only one as I look around
My friend and many more are dead

I’m thankful I’m still alive in this damming place
But wonder how much longer or how lucky I’ll be
Just wishing it was over, but I still see my friend’s face
I’m haunted now but need to get home to my family

This day is Christmas but seems like we’re in hell
How can this be real? Why are we here?
To kill the enemy with a mortar shell
But alas, with sadness all I do is shed a tear

It at this time of year we always remember our dead
And wished we could just hold their hand
But as they fought in this bastard war we must look ahead
And be thankful to our soldiers for saving our land.

Topic(s) of this poem: world war i, world war ii


Poet's Notes about The Poem

Remembering our soldiers - this was inspired by Rememberance Sunday

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, November 11, 2015

Poem Edited: Friday, May 20, 2016


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