The Sadness of Warfare

A poem from the point of view of a soldier who has died in WW1. The poem itself is a little negative, but i hope the rhythm and energy gives it something a little bit special :)

When I awoke to my despair

I'd seen they'd left without a care

A sudden thought this is not fair

A sad result of this warfare

I had thought I'd hit my head

To my surprise I was quite dead

A bullet wound and how it bled

A lost cause the soldiers said

I walked around the battlefield

Looking down, my wounds had heeled

My ghostliness, it was revealed

Such a life could not much yeild

I wondered why they had left me 

Did no one want to mourn my body?

Did they think i would be happy?

To know they'd left my poor old body?

On the battlefields I decay

And throw my ghostly life away

Continuing in my dismay

On the battlefields i will stay

Author's Note

i would really like advice on anything you think could help with my writing. any critiques are welcome :)
I'm not sure about the ordering of the last 2 verses. the repetition of body is intentional, not through lack of other rhyming words, ideas on whether i should swap the last to verses around please :)