Blood shot eyes
awake in flashback nightmares
screaming in silence.
Lost in guilt ridden violence
everyday is a brutal regime
there’s no distinguishing no changing
what I have done?
Screaming victims is the war won?
A burning temper
a cold December
I try not to drink.
Realities torment I try not to think
every time their faces come back to me
I stammer when I talk,
I just can’t be
screaming victim is the war won?
My family tries to support
my ravaged soul
I see the flames
they are burning out of control
in the distance a ray of light
paralysed by anxiety
I look to my family
Is the war won?
I am getting beaten
but I won’t back down
I forgive myself
I won’t back away
if there is a god
they’d forgive me I pray
I have let my war fade away…
This is a poem about PTSD.
If you are affected by the poem or suffer with PTSD please contact.
https://www.combatstress.org.uk
https://www.veteransinaction.org.uk
By Daniel Hooks
AKA Alienpoet on Facebook