Battlefields

This is the first poem I wrote and it was in a school mag when I was 14

Amid the mists of bluey grey,
Gaudy colours swirl away.
Muddy earth and water too,
The hazy sun obstructs my view..........
From my path...........my chest hurts too!
I ache, I'm tired my legs are weak,
Where is my friend for whom I seek?
I grasp my chest to ease the pain.....
My hand grows warm and sticky.
The pain is real......Not in my mind!!
What!! A noise behind?
I twist my my dying body round,
To see my friend laid on the ground.
My tears mingle with my blood,
I lay myself down in the mud,
To die.....................


Chrissie Nash 1968 (aged 14)