No Tomorrow
Everyday I am full of
sorrow,
For, it is I who think there
is no tomorrow.
The guns bombard through the
morning sky
I sit here in the trench
hoping not to die.
My comrades are not so very
thrilled,
We’re waiting for a plan to
not get killed.
I see my men bravely
fighting
But, I cannot fight because
I have no sighting.
So I sit here and wait full
of sorrow
For, it is I who think there
is no tomorrow.
Bully
So very mean
Lies he says to me
It wounds me within my body
Anger
Buddies
Do everything
Jointly as preeminent
friends
Stay as friends everlasting
till end
Friendship