PTSD

PTSD massive explosion fireball lights up the dark sky screams for the medic cries for mother torn bodies lying at my feet snap and pop of burning ammo assaults my ears smell of burnt flesh fresh in my nose I am frozen in place, I can’t help anyone, my mouth moves but I can’t speak I alone am left alive. I awake in my bed, trembling and sobbing sweat running in torrents down my body my hands shaking. All tell me I am lucky to be the only survivor. I am helpless, lost and alone no one understands.