PTSD
oldgregg19
Joined 30th Aug 2014
Forum Posts: 8
Strange Creature
Forum Posts: 8
Every night I lie awake,
I feel the blows, the hits I'd take
I see the look in their eyes,
And no one hears my lonely cries,
Nightmares full of pain at night,
I'll never lose another fight,
I've hurt so much even after I healed,
There's nothing I can do, my mind is sealed,
So every time I see their faces,
I feels the blows, my heart races,
With I could sleep without the pain,
Wish I could just be, but my sanity's slain
I feel the blows, the hits I'd take
I see the look in their eyes,
And no one hears my lonely cries,
Nightmares full of pain at night,
I'll never lose another fight,
I've hurt so much even after I healed,
There's nothing I can do, my mind is sealed,
So every time I see their faces,
I feels the blows, my heart races,
With I could sleep without the pain,
Wish I could just be, but my sanity's slain
EngrVV
D_Poetic Engineer
Forum Posts: 2483
D_Poetic Engineer
Dangerous Mind
40
Joined 11th Sep 2012 Forum Posts: 2483
PTSD VICTIMS
In and out of the war zone
Out of his comfort zone
Now without a dick and forgotten
Ambush flashback episodes almost rotten
While bodies everywhere got blown
Anxiety is his constant companion
Even while wandering in the canyons
Constantly repeating nightmarish hellscape
Keeps him from getting a good night sleep
Survivor guilt clouds his opinion
He became aware and hypervigilant
Confided with a friend who was brilliant
But next ambush flashback, non-stop firing of his gun
Mutilated his beloved wife and killed his only son
Heart-broken, turned to mind altering stimulants
Hell’s fury fuels his flaming rage
There’s nobody he won’t engage
Instead of treating him of post-traumatic stress disorder
They put him in jail for murder, disturbing peace and order
“Hero or villain?” in the newspaper’s front page
In and out of the war zone
Out of his comfort zone
Now without a dick and forgotten
Ambush flashback episodes almost rotten
While bodies everywhere got blown
Anxiety is his constant companion
Even while wandering in the canyons
Constantly repeating nightmarish hellscape
Keeps him from getting a good night sleep
Survivor guilt clouds his opinion
He became aware and hypervigilant
Confided with a friend who was brilliant
But next ambush flashback, non-stop firing of his gun
Mutilated his beloved wife and killed his only son
Heart-broken, turned to mind altering stimulants
Hell’s fury fuels his flaming rage
There’s nobody he won’t engage
Instead of treating him of post-traumatic stress disorder
They put him in jail for murder, disturbing peace and order
“Hero or villain?” in the newspaper’s front page
vortexman
Forum Posts: 1260
Dangerous Mind
14
Joined 25th Jan 2013Forum Posts: 1260
________'This WAR'
Never ended it had to
be carried on. Though the
weights of it tore through
me it was never easy to tell
it to be gone.
Everyday seemed the same like
a monotone fallen dream. Skipping
upon a scratched record! Torn apart
from the remains of my soul and
what was left of my life so it
seemed.
Was it worth it to cherish and
carry my wisdom through the
trenches? So one day this curse
would grow into others as well!
This endless nightmare of anti-lucidity
runamuck. An endless propelling
fervent of unanswerable questions.
But in the end I was chosen as its
encapsulated monolith.
Never ended it had to
be carried on. Though the
weights of it tore through
me it was never easy to tell
it to be gone.
Everyday seemed the same like
a monotone fallen dream. Skipping
upon a scratched record! Torn apart
from the remains of my soul and
what was left of my life so it
seemed.
Was it worth it to cherish and
carry my wisdom through the
trenches? So one day this curse
would grow into others as well!
This endless nightmare of anti-lucidity
runamuck. An endless propelling
fervent of unanswerable questions.
But in the end I was chosen as its
encapsulated monolith.
case28
Alexander Case
Forum Posts: 2077
Alexander Case
Dangerous Mind
42
Joined 16th June 2013Forum Posts: 2077
The Dying Cockroaches
The filthy little fuckers woke me up
from my medicated Bundy rum coma
I could hear them in my nightmares
climbing up the fibro walls
shooting shit like throwing flames
thru an air of khaki haze
writing in brown meaningless
Chu Nom dribble
dripping from my ceiling
crawling 'round on claws
crossfire over my black and white
checkerboard lino floors
scavenging in the mess
piling up in the kitchen sink
shadow hunting
hiding in secret tunnels
like bullets
in chambers
loaded
patient
messengers
of everlasting death.
Killing them means nothing to me
I'll rain fire on their colonies
crush them with full force
listening to their bodies crackle
under boots
and ablaze with flames
I watch them die
while they're still twitching with life.
Killing roaches didn't break me
that's not why I deserted my mates.
From a distance
I followed orders
I got the job done
I was dependable
accurate
senseless
detached from the violence
we inflicted from the seas
they shot at us
and we fired back
wiping out specks
of brown and black
on jungle shores
alive with insects
grubs and roaches.
I gather up the bodies
put them in the fireplace
along with the newspapers
my uniform and medals
passport and license
my birth certificate, photos
bank cards and bills
I burn it all
even the mailbox
I won't need any of it no more
all I need is my Zeppelin, Mary Jane
my Combi and surfboards
and a view of Jervis Bay from my window.
And when I see HMAS Hobart's back from Nam
the battleship ablaze on a napalm sunrise
home safe in Aussie waters from her second tour
I'll stand in front of my kitchen window
with the filth crawling over my feet and hands
while I watch the nightmares unravel
flashbacks to 03:15 hours
hearing my mates get ripped apart
watching them die
like roaches.
We were hit by a sparrow
fired from a phantom
in the dark
under friendly fire.
Written by Alexander Case
The filthy little fuckers woke me up
from my medicated Bundy rum coma
I could hear them in my nightmares
climbing up the fibro walls
shooting shit like throwing flames
thru an air of khaki haze
writing in brown meaningless
Chu Nom dribble
dripping from my ceiling
crawling 'round on claws
crossfire over my black and white
checkerboard lino floors
scavenging in the mess
piling up in the kitchen sink
shadow hunting
hiding in secret tunnels
like bullets
in chambers
loaded
patient
messengers
of everlasting death.
Killing them means nothing to me
I'll rain fire on their colonies
crush them with full force
listening to their bodies crackle
under boots
and ablaze with flames
I watch them die
while they're still twitching with life.
Killing roaches didn't break me
that's not why I deserted my mates.
From a distance
I followed orders
I got the job done
I was dependable
accurate
senseless
detached from the violence
we inflicted from the seas
they shot at us
and we fired back
wiping out specks
of brown and black
on jungle shores
alive with insects
grubs and roaches.
I gather up the bodies
put them in the fireplace
along with the newspapers
my uniform and medals
passport and license
my birth certificate, photos
bank cards and bills
I burn it all
even the mailbox
I won't need any of it no more
all I need is my Zeppelin, Mary Jane
my Combi and surfboards
and a view of Jervis Bay from my window.
And when I see HMAS Hobart's back from Nam
the battleship ablaze on a napalm sunrise
home safe in Aussie waters from her second tour
I'll stand in front of my kitchen window
with the filth crawling over my feet and hands
while I watch the nightmares unravel
flashbacks to 03:15 hours
hearing my mates get ripped apart
watching them die
like roaches.
We were hit by a sparrow
fired from a phantom
in the dark
under friendly fire.
Written by Alexander Case