I was once
so very handsome
and wore
a fine moustache
but then
when out one day
clearing
bloody minefields,
I got my
leg blown off
and no one has ever
noticed me
since then, end of ..
This is a brutally honest poem about trauma and without wanting to sound distasteful, the format you have written this in just adds impact to the piece. I could not imagine the effects of such a life altering experience. The layers of trauma left that others don’t care to see. I think you wrote a piece here that does hit the reader hard. This reality has a very ugly truth hiding in plain sight. Clever Nev xx
thanks again Gwen ..
this of course is something I am very conscious of and feel strongly about .. and for what its worth, I do think every now and then that we might share a cerebral hemisphere or two :) x
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This is a brutally honest poem about trauma and without wanting to sound distasteful, the format you have written this in just adds impact to the piece. I could not imagine the effects of such a life altering experience. The layers of trauma left that others don’t care to see. I think you wrote a piece here that does hit the reader hard. This reality has a very ugly truth hiding in plain sight. Clever Nev xx
thanks again Gwen ..
this of course is something I am very conscious of and feel strongly about .. and for what its worth, I do think every now and then that we might share a cerebral hemisphere or two :) x