An Unknown Trench, Verdun 1916
If ever I had known or guessed
Our paths would lead us here,
With you I never would have stayed,
Despite our bond so dear.
Had I known the wounds of shrapnel
Or screams of dying men,
I would undo the choices made
That led to here, Hell’s den.
No friendship here could be enough
To cause me to return,
If I could flee this wretched place
And all my fears unlearn.
But time can never be regained.
Old paths will not come back.
Here in the trenches we remain
While overhead guns crack.
I never could have known or guessed
Our paths would lead us here.
Yet here we are and so we stay,
Our bond against our fears.
A/N: I’m going to be revising this poem, as it’s another I wrote for poetry class, and would like some feedback- I’ve been told the language is too generic, so does anyone else have any other thoughts on what could use work? It would be greatly appreciated. Thank you for reading!