Notice :THE EVENTS IN THIS POEM HAVE HAPPENED TO OUR VETS
I can't think
I feel it again
The pain as I grab the sink
As memories and evils flood in
The mirror shows the horrors in my head
The cry of pain escapes me
As I find myself chained to a bed
With scorpions all over me
Then it changes...
To a thing very obscene
To my hospital room after it all
When I didn't know what was life at all
Than I'm back in my bathroom
Just like that my nightmare is over
They call this many things:
Shell shocked
Battle fatigue
Post-Vietnam syndrome
Gross stress disorder
Post traumatic stress disorder
PTSD
Do you know what finally called it...
INSANITY
TO THE FAMILIES OF VETS WITH PTSD... I HOPE YOU ALL KNOW WHERE CARE AND ARE TRYING TO HELP
-Hoboghost
YOU ARE READING
Poems Of The Third Order
PoetryThe third order, an order of knowledge and wisdom. Let these poems be a reminder to what we have lost throughout the ages Thanks to @ephemerain for making this awesome cover
