Plausible Denial
Plausible Denial
Trenches are where I find myself.
Days pass and as each sun that rises with hope turns overhead,
I am left desperate and lonely by the time it sulks into the horizon.
Lying underground, hidden from the war.
The bombshells explode and deafen me,
The bullets tearing by above are all meant to end my vision,
The blood shed after being hit befuddles me.
Crimson tide, without bride,
I'm left to die alone.
Though. . . to die is the last venture.
Should I care to carry on?
Should I dare to take up arms?
Patch my wound and understand,
The trench I've dug is not as grand
As the radiant glow of one more sunrise.
What lies beyond my confined trench?
What truth and beauty are waiting?
First to know I must brave the war,
For how can I know what's in store,
Sitting in a trench drenched, desperate and poor!
Jason Matthew Mueller
Copyright ©2007 Jason Matthew Mueller
