War-Torn
The acrid smell of Napalm fumes,
the stench of burning flesh,
now mingle here inside these rooms,
the memories too fresh.
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Pained, anguished cries of children last
throughout the whole night through.
I pray theyβll stopβGod make it fastβ¦
I donβt know what to do.
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I close my eyes and, they are there,
those souls whose lives I took.
Their bloodied bodies stand and stareβ
all I can do is look.
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My duty done, yet nothing's won,
I've sacrificed my all.
The memories of a life begun
cut short by countryβs call.
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Forgotten here, just left to rot,
A fate I well deserve.
This hospital is all Iβve got;
I fear Iβve lost my nerve
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PTSDβhow it plagues me,
I only wish to die.
Mind riddled with insanity,
now all I ask is, βWhy?β
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Comments
it is so good to see your work again. I love your pen
Thanks so much, Poetess.
I always appreciate your kind comments.
~Dean
Awesome write Dean. Always a pleasure to read.
- SydΒ
Thanks, Syd.
I appreciate that.
Happy Holidays, my friend.
~Dean ?
Hello Dean...
My Dad always said that if you join the Service of your own decision chances are they're not going to make you a Barber or a Baker and you will see things and PTSD is real...
If they think they're safe from it perhaps they know the secret...
If you're drafted you got to know it's inevitable and if you come back alive don't think it'll be the same...
He got no appreciation when he returned and his so called VA benefits was nothing more than an added insult...
He did his job to the best of his ability and he forced himself into normalcy...
Great write!
Thank you for sharing...
Hugs...
sparrowsong
The way veterans of foreign wars are treated in the US is a travesty, sparrowsong.
Having been sent off to war myself to the Island of Grenada during Operation Urgent Fury as a Marine Corps sniper in 1983, I can honestly say the government has little use for you after they've used you up.
Thank you for sharing your father's experiences, and for your review as well.
Merry Christmas,
~Dean ?
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!
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I suffered PTSD after a car crash and had to be cut out of the car. My leg was twisted up over the other. I suffered so many flashbacks. Thanks so much for your amazing poetry. So skilful and melancholy yet charming.
Hello Dean,Β Nice to see a poem from you. This is brilliant. Did your book come out? Last time we spoke you were working on that. Where can I purchase? Happy Holidays to you. Love, Terry Kay