Trenches

A poem

Original art by the author — not an AI image

Bombs fall with desolate craters forming
And rising dust clouds choke tired lungs.
Yet I stay with you in the trenches
Covering you and comforting you while you cry
Until quietness comes
And darkness recedes.
Until next time, the worst is over.

You get courage to climb out in the blazing daylight
And run with arms outstretched toward another
From whom you cloak
The dark times and the bombs.
And you play and laugh
And share so many good things with this soul.
For once, you seem to happy and carefree
Like a child at Disneyworld.

But the bombs you made start falling again,
And your friend doesn’t know they are coming.
You run to me again, knowing that I’ll be waiting
In the trenches to cover and warm you.
I am there again in the trenches
Until the battle and cycle is over
And you run away again in the daylight.