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


  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.

  2. I can't tell you how much this poem reflects my actual experience! Brought tears to my 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.