Darkness has nothing on this place
sitting in a fox hole
your eyes useless
the only sound you here is the breath of the wind
Yet I sit, and wait for my countrys ememy
hoping for the best, knowing that only hurt and death awaits
My mind keeps me company, when all I want is to be alone
to finish my job and go home
Yet I sit in this foxhole
and whisper to my self
darkness has nothing on this place.
vincent armone
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sitting-in-a-fox-hole/
