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Dead Mans Eyes PTSD

Do you ever see me? I see you every night. I see your lifeless body under the street lights. I hear you mom screaming let him be alright. I see the gunshot wound going through you like butter with a knife. You blood keeps pumping with no end in sight. You stair at me with a look of dead eyes. You ask me for help, but why? I didn’t make the choice to take my own life! Then the look I’ve never seen comes across your eyes. It’s like I can see the soul of a man I’ve never met until tonight. I see the pain and heartache you’ve had to survive. Tonight is the night I’ve seen a a dead man eyes. By Chris Day 05-30-2018

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Date: 5/31/2018 3:03:00 PM
Chris, poetry is quite cathartic! Something about using words, even indirectly to work through life experiences. I hope you keep posting. There are many poets on PS that are in the grieving/healing process.
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Date: 5/31/2018 12:10:00 PM
Powerful poignant ink Chris. Welcome to Poetry Soup! :) mo
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Date: 5/31/2018 1:38:00 PM
Thank you. I am happy to be putting my experiences in words now.
Date: 5/31/2018 10:33:00 AM
Wow! Thanks for sharing and welcome to PS!
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Date: 5/31/2018 10:35:00 AM
Thank you. I was told to do some writing and it may help with my PTSD. I’ve never been a writer and I’m just gonna try it out. So far it seems to be working.