We only
Lived
On hopes.
We used
To say,
"Every shell has a man's number."
There were Several
Pieces of men
Lying about.
It
was
raining.
I slipped on
My mask,
But did so
Too late.
Sinking,
I noticed the
Dirt crack.
All of a sudden,
I became
Buried alive.
Lee had been
Buried alive.
It
got
dark.
My legs
Had been
Broken.
Fellows whom we
Had left behind,
Joined us.
{Lines from a man sharing his experience in the war and put into a poem. I tried.}