Salvation
by Marcus Draik

The sick nauseous mind, twisting in the depths
The heavy air of despair clouding over
Cold and numb, clenching the skull
Gray and loathsome sickness
Despondence
Dimly eyeing her
Brightly smiling angel
Attentive again to no other
Watching her swaying hips
Assuring me,
Remember my smile
Soldier, take thy rest
My body yours betrothed
Lie on my breast