Least Read Poems About PTSD

No you don’t
    Please
Say it again, say you know
how I feel and that shiny Mont Blanc
pen you love to flaunt about will be
    buried up to the gold ring in your neck

Sorry sir, didn’t catch that last bit
  yup, daydreaming again
Therapist, gimme a fucking break
Oops, I got too “angry” and its Thorazine
     for the win!

It’s cute that you think I’m sedated
    I’ve built a tolerance up, you’ve gotta
bring that shit

Okay so to recap
      Love the family, hate the coworkers
and it’s a bad...

The nightmares bare the stench
of the boats, rotting flesh and the
street lamp humming of flies
feasting upon death

Even amidst the garden of Edom
on blood soaked ground, with sun
bleached bones I worry so much
more for the moral decay

A subtle recalibration of the notions
of good and evil breeding
machines that kill adorned with
flesh and uniforms

How easily it came to put knife
to flesh, dealing death like playing
cards, aces and eights, bullets
before bargaining

In the swirling duality...

words
wordz circle in thermal helixes
like spiraling d n a
they drift and fall out of mind s sky
like the black ink buzzards they are
opportunistically scavenging themselves
and anything else
they can sink their insatiable
lettered teeth into
as an effectively therapeutic
survival strategy device
to pick my life journey s
dark roads of so many dashed  fallen hopes
withered dreams and injured feelings
all these countless roads and roadsides
filled with so many countless
forgotten and recalled
messy  lifeless...