Its as if it never left
The war still rages
In his head
The young friends
Keep on dying
The dead are still dead.
Despite politicians speeches
They never died in vain
But Jim still hears their cries
Drilling in his brain.
The leg that he lost
Still gives mysterious pain
But the vodka and medication
Barely keeps him sane.
Its broken sleep
Real nightmares
Rattling in his head
The soldiers cry out to him
Be my mother
Rest my head.
They still die
Within his dreams
As he gently holds
Their frame
The stench of death
Envelopes
Everything
Stays the same.
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Author:
nephilim56 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Post Traumatic Stress Disorder of a soldier
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Comments3
This gives me the impression it is a haunting and touch poem of the ongoing struggles of a Ex Soldier, reliving all the nightmares he has seen in real life. Well written
THANKING YOU
You are very welcome
Post traumatic stress disorder from trauma lived is a devastating and debilitating disability. Here you paint the picture well.
many thanks
Brings it home for me. Many of my relatives served at the frontlines in all the conflicts that I know of, from WWI to the present. It’s tough for their families as well, if they don’t turn their backs on them. Thanks for sharing.
thanking you for those comments
You are most welcome 🙏🏻
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