This is a place I would rather not be.
It is a muddy place, terribly cold.
Dense fog restricts everything that I see.
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I am imprisoned, under lock and key.
Following orders, doing as I’m told.
This is a place I would rather not be.
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Death always comes painfully, cold as ice,
Those poor fledging souls, to God they are sold.
Dense fog restricts everything that I see.
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Vicious, brutal pain is all I can see,
But my comrades are courageous and bold.
This is a place I would rather not be.
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I admit: I want to get up and flee,
But I have to focus on being brave,
This is a place I would rather not be.
Dense fog restricts everything that I see.
Words by Callum J. Jones
Photo by Nursultan Rakysh on Unsplash
Creative, honest, and reliable, Callum J. Jones loves writing fiction and non-fiction. In his spare time, he likes to read, watch movies and TV shows, and go on walks.
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