The Dark Well Of My Poppy…

A Voice of hello lay in the bullet shells that echo my past,

The war I witnessed with a frozen heart is my body in a cast,

Each and every year I try to climb,

This year, this heartache I can't hide.

This black abyss I drown in deafness,

Sound of screaming, smell of flesh,

Falling,

The dark well of my poppy,

Haunted,

The cries are my reality.

I reached out for your hand, a ghost behind your vision,

Your death became a number, the end to your mission,

Numbness instilled fear, a faded memory but still a thought,

I wish you were still here, instead I cry over this poppy I bought.

Intoxicated by the illuminated sky,

Blood red was the colour of choice,

In this well I was a mere soldier, a young boy fighting for his life without a voice,

Now, fields upon fields dressed in hope?

Why did we have to lose so many souls?

Questions without answers in this dark well,

After all these years I'm still drowning in hell,

My friend,

My brother,

This black abyss I drown in deafness,

Sound of screaming, smell of flesh,

Falling,

The dark well of my poppy,

Haunted,

The cries are my reality.

In this well I may fall,

War?

Yes, this killed us all,

In this well, I now live in the dark...