Hidden Battle
Hidden Battle
Explosives echoed in the silence of his room,
Each one signalling his imminent doom,
War had long ceased, yet it still lingered in his head,
His body had healed, yet it was filled with dread.
Like soldiers his memories attacked at night
Leaving him wounded and consumed with fright,
His wife watched on, as war claimed his mind
Taking everything, leaving just his shell behind.
In the depths of the night he batted with his past,
Shutting down questions his concerned wife asked.
Haunted by the smells, sights and encounters he faced
He battled with an enemy that couldn’t be traced
They said war was over when he came back home,
But a new war had started, that he was fighting alone,
A war against the unheard screams,
A war against the blood stained hands,
And a war against PTSD.
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