Compulsive writing Disorder

Khandahar is where all began IED ignited 
my skull in the blink of an eye Kabul came 

into view as the smoke clears my body was 
being rushed through tunnels the hot sun burning
 
my flesh sand gravel stuck in my pores I remember 
tears on my cheeks that burned like acid rain DOA
 
DOA medic screamed I thought are they talking about me
while my eye ball hung out the eye socket my nasal arch 

was crushed my eye socket crushed my brain hurt 
voices muffled as my body lay there stay with me 

stay with me I was rushed off again through another 
tunnel my brain hurt lights were shining in my eye 

I could not speak where am I my mouth opened 
nothing came out my vision could not focus am I alive 

panic set in I need to know can I be I losing my sight 
medic passes me notepad and pen here dear just write
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Herrick Avatar
January 7, 2024 at 8:47 AM
Now that is the heart of a warrior poet. Thank you for your valuable service as a great human being.
Nicholsen Avatar
January 7, 2024 at 11:29 AM
Thank so much for your kindness many blessings.
Deschler Avatar
January 3, 2024 at 4:16 PM
A heart-wrenching moment, and an expressive piece of poetry... Very well written, Yolanda.
Nicholsen Avatar
January 4, 2024 at 6:20 AM
Thank you so much many blessings
Greenhough Avatar
December 24, 2023 at 5:39 PM
A poem of the horror of being injured in war. It was informative and I was glad for being exposed to it. I empathize with the panic and unknown. I hope your life will heal. Thank you for the poem and your heroism if this is a factual experience
Nicholsen Avatar
December 26, 2023 at 6:18 AM
Thank you this poem is definitely based on factual severe injuries pain and suffering of course using creative writing not just to grab the readers also to help myself to heal cope nevertheless war is war no matter the soil I'm no hero I'm an American survivor a poet a disabled American writer.
Goldsmith Avatar
December 23, 2023 at 2:00 PM
What a powerful write. I enjoyed writing this one. Have a blessed day/weekend...................
Nicholsen Avatar
December 24, 2023 at 3:08 AM
Thank you Paula ah moment you wrote you enjoyed writing this instead of reading my poem that’s so cute love this but yes I truly enjoyed writing this one indeed have a very blessed holiday season. Hugs
Gorelick Avatar
December 23, 2023 at 10:50 AM
Warfare at ground zero reminds me of "Johhny Got His Gun" where a wounded soldier's plight is graphically portrayed. Viscerally wrenching and moving, especially the last couplet, Yolanda which drives your point home. All my best, Robert
Nicholsen Avatar
December 26, 2023 at 6:37 AM
Thank you so much
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