Smiling whilst suffering by Pelican27

Smiling whilst suffering,
Walking through mud
No hope left in my broken body,
But still I’m
Smiling whilst suffering.

An eerie silence
Shaking and limping,
Hiding and crying,
But still I’m
Smiling whilst suffering.

Gun bullets flying,
The sound of struggling,
The last word,
But he is still
Smiling whilst suffering.

Poppies growing through the destruction,
Families coming to their loved-one’s grave,
Are they smiling whilst suffering?

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