Lest we forget

THE THOUSAND YARD STARE

 

Saucer eyed with whitewashed skin, the soldier stares into the distance

 

The noise around him fading to background static

 

Saw action he did this boy of nineteen, now become a man

 

Numb from the pain, the smoke and the blood

 

The edges of his vision blur so he believes he is dreaming

 

All his friends gone, but he must go on

 

Only butchery and insanity await

 

Detached from himself, he plays his role in this macabre theatre of war

 

Loaded for battle, spilt blood on his hands

 

Sent to kill, this empty shell

 

Afraid, so afraid, this young boy within

 

Pushed down by the false visage of a man

 

A veteran now this man of twenty

 

Horror and sacrifice fill his mind

 

Haunted by the barbarity of mankind

 

The boy can never return.

 

 

Taken from The Edge of Darkness. Copy Right James Goldsworthy 2017.