The war was over

BluesMatters 2019


The war was over he got away

Most of the others had died one day

Part of those who did survive

His mind was empty and barely alive


He walked alone this twisting track

Could not look forward he just looked back

In mist and fog in poring rain

No dreams no more just lasting pain


He was craving for a scrap to eat

Just some crumbs he would gladly great

Was longing to be warm and dry

Uttering a sad and downcast sigh


Been drifting on for countless days

Saw no way out from this hideous maze

And his brain echoed the blows

Of the battel's bomb shells and again he froze


Survived the war but not alive

A living dead aged twenty-five

The war was over he got away

Now he wished in his grave he’d lay…