Wednesday, 1 June 2011

After effects





I remember every face
i slayed

i see my woman in bed
and i am unable to crawl in
next to her

easy she says but comfort
takes me off my guard

bombs in the fridge
grenades in the toilet

2 comments:

  1. Thank you for sharing this my friend. So many soldiers come back with post traumatic stress disorder and feel what you have have written. A very thoughtful and thought-provoking piece.

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  2. I can't tell you how much this poem reflects my actual experience! Brought tears to my eyes...living with and loving a man with PTSD...there really were bombs in the fridge...and faces in the wall hangings that would haunt him to the point of...I can't express...thank you for sharing this.

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