The Eclectic Pen - PTSD


By: Nora F. (nora777)   + 2 more  
Date Submitted: 4/18/2009
Genre: Literature & Fiction » Poetry
Words: 156
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  PTSD

Still so young, Im just 18
But I suffer night and day
My illness? Its PTSD,
Will it ever go away?

I was a country boy, with chances slim
For college and career
Recruiters came to school
To pour sweet poison in my ears.

Your tuition? Paid in full!
If you sign right here
The army will take care of you
Youll never go to war.

To my dismay I was deployed
To the war zone of Iraq
Death, destruction everywhere
It could not be more bleak.

We were told to raid a house each night
The terrorists to catch
But in the houses all we found were
Kids, their moms, and dads.

The men, we took away with us
No reason did we give
We left the women wondering if
Theyd ever be back alive.

One time a baby cried and cried
Because Id hit her mom
I could take the guilt and shame
And so discharged my gun

And then that babys crying stopped
It stopped forevermore
It haunts me now, with all the rest
Of my Iraqi war.


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