This is my entry for Sue Vincent‘s #writephoto, Shadows.
Thoughts of a Ghost.
Am I awake or is this dream
There is no colour, everything monochrome.
Shadows lengthen belying the scene.
I am cold and a long way from home.
I cannot move I cannot speak
My mind is confused and my is body weak .
The Bedlam of war is strangely hushed.
Am I here, dieing alone
I try to move I know I must
Around me the spirits of fallen friend and foe.
The detritus of war, we lie dead with nowhere to go.