Sadness flows
Through his veins
Engulfing every fiber
Of his body...
Deep in the
Dark corners
Of his mind
He questions the purpose
Of his life...
Death seems to be
The answer
To end
His torment,
Silence the
Screaming
Echoes of war
In his head...
Young men he knew
So full of life
Gone in an instant...
For what?
For politics,
Money,
Power,
For oil?
He punishes himself
For living!
He hates
His own being...
Shuns love...
Those who try
To love him
Break themselves
Against his wall of
Rejection!
Before he can love
Another
He must learn
To love himself...
Again!
(C) Leatherman 2012
Oh, Brenda! Thank you for writing this poem. It says it all !! Everything I have been through reflects in this poem. You have done a wonderful thing for those of us who suffer from PTSD. God love you dear Sister, God love you!
ReplyDeleteDear John, my heart truly goes out to all of you who suffer from this terrible condition and the families that suffer with you.
DeleteFeel free to share my poem if you wish.
If I can help one person, I consider it an accomplishment.
Thanks for the compliment and the award! :)
God Bless you!
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