Ode of Remembrance - Flanders Fields - Lost souls - LANGERMARK

My visit to the wargraves - so many lost souls

As I entered the graveyard
I felt the darkness,of the underworld.
This sadness is, oppressing.

I can hear, their lost souls,
crying out against the injustice.
The futility of all this?

The tears of these young men.
They are so lost?
Their cries in the wilderness,
goes unheard.

They are so cold, so hungry.
So alone are they.
They can never ever,
go home again.

To see them,
just wandering,
in the wilderness.
They long, for the
sunshine again.

But this can never be.
They will wander alone.
Lost in the darkness.
Until the end of time.

You enter through the
doorway of darkness.
Into the underworld.

You see the sunset
light up the statues
of the four soldiers
guarding the other
gateway.

As you enter the darkness,
you are overcome.
With the oppressiveness
the clammy atmosphere,
Of the unknown.

You can feel the anguish,
of these lost souls.
That have been forgotten -
abandon by the world.

You can feel the touch
of the outstretched hands,
Reaching out to be rescued.
From the horror's,
of eternal darkness.

There they lay in the cold,
dark, damp mud.
Unable to move,
from whence they lay.

Their hearts so heavy.
They feel so, unloved.

These young boys
left home in such high spirits.
To be the best, their country,
families, could bestow.
These glorious victors.

But what did these young men, find?
To be in this foreign land.
Nothing but  cold, wet, weather.
Mud, mud and more mud.

All the promises by the Fatherland,
not in sight.
Only the endless toil
of surviving the day.

Not from the enemy, their foes.
But of mother nature.
Darkness, rain-
only to remain in the mud,
forever.

The elements,
were the enemy of their lives.
Not their foes?

They died where they fell.
In the darkness.
Abandon of all hope of seeing
the sunshine again.

All boys together,
because that is all they were?
Young boys.

Thousands of names carved in stone
Will no-one remember them!
These tragic, lost souls.

They wander, so alone
in the darkness.
They will not be, forgotten
As we, who visit them -
will remember.

To let them know
that the world can never,
ever, have enough
forgiveness.

This place of sorrow,
and the tears of those
who rest, in this place.

We who are left,
will cry their tears,
for them.

They are, as stars above -
They will never be forgotten,
by those who visit
this place.

Called. LANGERMARK