The Place of Shadows

I have been to the place

Where most men dare not go

Some men may return mangled

And some may never return home

I have been to the place

Where the sun doesn't shine

Grass does not grow

A haze blots out the sky

I have been to the place

Where the rain is hard

I sleep to machine gun lullabies

And tomorrow is a draw of the cards

I have been to the place

Made of shadows

Death stands with a grin

In his hand, a gallows

Reviews

[Anamaria]

I love this poem. it has a good structure with a loose rhyme scheme. I also like the emphasis on the first line of every stanza. It really brings a personal level to it and the closeness of death and the line that you walk while in war.