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PTSD

oldgregg19
Strange Creature
Joined 30th Aug 2014
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

EngrVV
D_Poetic Engineer
Dangerous Mind
United States 40awards
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

vortexman
Dangerous Mind
United States 14awards
Joined 25th Jan 2013
Forum 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.

case28
Alexander Case
Dangerous Mind
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Joined 16th June 2013
Forum 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
   
   
   

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