Adapting Back To Reality
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Tick Tick Tick
I sit here and wait
before my final walk,
those final few moments of my fate,
straight through the cell door.
The clock is ticking,
I have too finally admit
to sins I have committed.
I wonder how i got this far.
I fought fiercely overseas
for my country.
Not knowing what state I was in
I returned home with heartache.
My battle did not end overseas.
I still carried the weight
of pain and suffering,
preventing me to adjusting to civilian life.
I lost everything.
The unsatisfied insanity
exploded like waves pounding,
rising and falling
pain in my soul so heavy.
I couldn’t escape the memories
that flooded my mind.
The person in the mirror
that looked back at me wasn’t me.
I sought comfort,
through drugs and alcohol.
When it wasn't enough
I took it out on my family.
Now I sit here waiting
for the freedom that I seek.
May God forgive me;
bring me peace when I sleep.
10/23/2017
Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2017
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