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PTSD

Suicide

Unwanted Surprise

      I get free medication, three hots and a cot,
from the trauma in my mind that can't be forgot.
It only happens when my mania leads me astray,

Sending Them Home

 Body bags, Toe tags, assorted pieces galore.
Once they were a soldier, now their my mind's horror.
I am only treated, I never will be well.

Sedated

   I'm alive now and the old poets are dead,
their words are in books that I haven't read.
The things that they said are considered the best,

Me

    There's nothing I can't put in verse
I am Bipolar it is my curse
I guess my life could be worse.
For in the words I write each day,

Loyalty

The crack of dawn comes early they say,
not early enough to take nightmares away.
All night I toss and all night I turn,
from memories I wish I could burn.

Existing

 I've seen war I've been to Hell
With human parts that looked liked gel
and some things I could not tell
that makes me not feel very well
Until I say my last farewell

The End of The Journey

Looking forward into the past,
I see events that will always last.
Sleepless thoughts held in day dreams,
slumbering visions with hellish screams.

Dover: My Military Life Experience

    My brother was drafted in '68, then away he was gone,
he came back after boot camp, it wasn't real long.
There he stood in a green suit with his Maroon beret,

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