by W. C. Guthrie, March 15, 1944

Anzio, Italy

Loneliness

My pen runs on---in mad wild thoughts

Fate is having her bitter jest,

Mocking---and laughing--and grasping--

Lest---

I should break my bonds and be

Alone again--Calm and free

As the Birds above me--winging high

Up---Up---to the quiet and peaceful sky.

My boon companion----monotony!

Endless days and nights for me.

Time stands still---and---yet goes on

A new days here---and then it's gone!

Going on and on---IS there no end?

Gnawing Loneliness my only friend.