Authors Forward

A soldier trudging through the mud as the day is waning Falling feet slice through the soft earth pulling him inward Every inch of covered ground is a bloody battle He is not sure if he is being pulled or pushed but he knows weight is upon him He feels heavy like a hundred tons of hot molten lead Holding his weapon of war over his head he trudges on His muddied torn and tattered boots are tied tight and ready for battle He knows as long as he hasn't lost he's won But he feels as long as he hasn't won he's lost He feels broken He feels defeated He feels forgotten But he still fights on through the everlasting night