The shriek of shells, of mortar fire
We huddled in the trench’s filthy mire
Alone, not alone, in the cold, I grieve
The wretched truth I’ve yet to believe
We all were dying behind barbed wire
In response to Mind and Life Matter‘s limerick challenge
(Featured Image: In the trenches 1916, near Verdun, France- From The Western Front, Then and Now, John Giles)
Meg Sorick, Author/Artist 
An entire story in a limerick! I like this one even though it’s sad
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Thank you! I promise to lighten up for the next one!
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No worries, take it as you like, I’m enjoying them all 😀
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Very nice but very sad!
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Thank you!
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It’s Saturnine but beautifully created!
Have a great day Meg 🙂
Love and light ❤
Anand 🙂
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Thank you, Anand! Love and light to you as well!
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How sad, and a very poignant image to go with it. Great poem though, well done.
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Thanks, Nicola.
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