(1886 - 1967 / Kent / England)

The Dug-Out

Why do you lie with your legs ungainly huddled,
And one arm bent across your sullen, cold,
Exhausted face? It hurts my heart to watch you,
Deep-shadowed from the candle's guttering gold;
And you wonder why I shake you by the shoulder;
Drowsy, you mumble and sigh and turn your head...
You are too young to fall asleep for ever;
And when you sleep you remind me of the dead.

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YOU ARE GAY AHAHHAHAHAHAHAH NOOB
my parents beat me but i like it
Absolutely brilliant, and no doubt based on raw experience.