PTSD... After your war, you came home again. In outward appearance you seem quite sane. But there is anger and pain and nightmares too. Some nights you wonder if youll ever get through. Your loved ones tell you they really do care, And with you the nightmares theyre willing to share. But you just cant tell them, youre locked up inside, So all the anger and nightmares you try to hide. They finally give up and you drift apart, This final betrayal is a knife in your heart. Your friends have all gone and youre all alone, Fighting for survival now out on your own. In sheer frustration you turn to the bottle, And begin living your life at full throttle. You listen to sad songs trying to cry, But the tears wont come, however you try. Though you try, the nightmares remain, And suicidal thoughts enter your brain. In utter despair you visit a shrink, Hoping hell teach you how not to think. Slowly the madness begins to subside, As you slow down from this unpleasant ride. With all lifes niceties you want to conform, Hoping this insanity will finally reform. Things seem much better and youre feeling ok, And you think your insanity has gone away, But every so often it breaks out again, Just to remind you.....youre still playing war games. Dave Lilburn
Posted on: Sun, 10 Aug 2014 09:15:13 +0000
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