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
Copyright © Chris Day | Year Posted 2018
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