Watching And Waiting In War

They all said it would be glorious.
They all siad it would be fun.
But instead of making heros of us,
All I think of turing to run.

Surrounded by the stentch of the dead,
Of soldiers who once stood proud and fought.
Surrounded by endless puddles of red,
Watching corpses of friends as they rot.

I sit there wanting this nightmare to end,
Begging the cries of horror to stop.
Seeing the tragedy of men killing men,
When someone's husband or son has been shot.

Why am I here? I think to myself,
Out in the muddy trenches of war.
I am a coward praying for someone to help,
Not wanting to be courageous anymore.

Crying and afriad not wanting to fight,
Hiding alone not wanting to die.
Foolishly thinking, an easy win in one night,
My bold spirit now gone, a distant lie.

Wondering how I'll ever leave this hell,
When I'll leave this barbarism and hate.
Will I be shot in the head? Stopped by flying shrapnel?
Will I lay screaming through tears, waiting for fate?

I see soldiers heroically fighting our foe,
But terror drives me mad, like the mortal that runs.
Begging only that this fear stop tearing at my soul,
I shall welcome death when it comes.