Trenches

A War Poem based on the events of WW1 I'm going to enter this in a contest, PLEASE rate it out of 10

We dug our own graves

Our hands on our shovels,

 Dug right through the ground

 Our final resting place

 Then we rest and we sit

 On crevices jutting out

For we only have dug a portion

Of our grave,

The shells came and blew

us into the ground

The trenches collapse, unfinished

on us

 Didn't I tell you?

’We dug our own graves

Author's Note

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