| General Poetry
posted October 14, 2020 |
My descent into PTSD after Iraq
Downward Spiral
Downward spiral
Heart is broken
Too much pain
Seen so much violence
Would make most insane
Drink that liquor
I’ll forget much quicker
Mind foggy
Vision blurred
Babbling war stories
Speech slurred
I don’t want to remember
Snort this coke
You won’t choke
More liquor
Mind and soul
Become much sicker
Owned by the night
Drowning in memories
You can’t fight
Battlefield scars
Left their mark
It’s dark
Clawing to freedom
I don’t know the way
Drink more liquor
I begin to decay
Nobody knows
My mind
Frozen in time
Scenes of war
I’ve been here before
3am
Bewitching hour
I’m up again
Face your demons
No!
I’ll have another drink
My mind won’t think
Immersed in booze
What would you choose?
It has only just begun
Shadowy nights
I can’t take flight
Trapped
In the prison of my mind
I am alone.
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This is not where Im at today. I wrote this from how I was years ago when I first came home from Iraq.
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