Best Ptsd Poems
"War and Peace in the Days of Love’s Retribution"
All is fair
in Love and War
they say
Lost are the
gambling angels
who walk tight ropes
from the point
where time departed
the jewel stolen from her crown
sacrificed for
something better
a child’s happiness
another fallen
goddess
tripping between
the cracks
pinned to a wall
in a sunless place
where light tries
but fails dismally to get in
suspended heart’s arrow
caught forever bleeding
in betrayal’s
sticky web
Failure’s warrior
wanting a sword for
cutting tongues
War and Peace
lost and found
unconditional
In the time
of unjust justice
follows freedom
wearing a new light
darkly burning in
the time of Love’s retribution
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
gvlm
"Hurts Like Hell" / Fluerie
https://youtu.be/Uil0L-0F4no
"“Once I was brave
enough
to leave home,
I discovered
splendid parts of me
I had no clue existed.
I, then,
realized
where they came from
and hurried home.”
I am not good memories
I am not very kind
I am your history
Stuck in your mind
If you let me break you I must
Turn your life into dust
For I am your past etched into your brain
I will play back again and again
When you are low and cannot really think
I will appear try and make you sink
When I have you in my beastly net
Make it harder for help to get
I know your pride won't let you talk
From me I know you just can't walk
Because if you did you would feel shame
That is why I would win this game
Who am I ? I hear you ask
I'm on your face I am your mask
I've had many names but I can't die
My newest one is PTSI
It's not just military I do this too
It's anybody who let's me even you
Everyone has a visit from me
In times of trauma or catastrophe
If this event hapoens in your time
I will help you now in this rhyme
You must talk about your experience
Then you will grow in confidence
If you are strong I cannot win
All bad thoughts go in the bin
A close network of friends will help with that
Talking laughing having a chat
Try and stay away from the pills
As this could lead to just more bills
Causing more stress and worry
Stay strong seek help their is no hurry
I will always be there to try again
So again stay strong fight your pain
You don't want me in your life
As I said I only cause strife
Signed PTSI/PTSD??
God, if you're listening,
I haven't heard from you in a long time.
I thought we had a great thing going here, but my prayers have yet to be answered.
I know this sounds crazy, but I think that I am dead.
That must be the only answer. That I must be stuck in this spiral of hell for my sins.
That he murdered me that day when he pierced through me. That I must be lying there dead this very minute, left alone on that splintering, cold, hard floor.
God, if you're listening,
Is this some sort of punishment? If this isn't hell, then what messed up purgatory is this? What is my test? To see if I can make it out alive? Or, better yet, to see if I turn to you in my time of need?
God, if you're listening,
Here's the thing. Why put me in this place?
Why give your "strongest soldiers your hardest battles"?
Why give me so much pain that I must reflect it on my skin?
Why make me feel shame for tarnishing my porcelain hips with marks that burn like a scarlet letter?
God, if you're listening,
I don't think I quite understand how all of this is part of "your plan".
What exactly is your plan?
Whatever it is, since it apparently involves me having to relive my most traumatic moments in my head from dusk till dawn, I do not want any part in it.
God, if you're listening,
I'm sorry if I am coming off too harsh, but don't you see that I am angry?
How can I worship you when there is so much pain in the world?
For someone who claims to love all of their children, sir I would be calling CPS for child neglect.
God, if you're listening,
Your children are crying and suffering. No matter how many times we go down on bended knees, proclaiming our dedication to you and our love to you, it seems as if it will never be enough.
So, God, if you're listening,
Go to hell.
I know I'm really tired
I just don't want to sleep
I guess I'm just really wired
Dreams will make me weep
I'm scared to see those things and sounds
Locked deep inside my brain
Make me sweat and wriggle around
Makes me think that I'm insane
Rational thinking is the cure
Its easier said than done
When your thoughts are so obscure
Rationality is to far gone
Stay awake with my relief
Is the action I shall do
My inner thought bare belief
Share them all with you
Anger resentment on oneself
Is a starter just for ten
Nice and calm me sat on the shelf
It's happening all too often
Guilt that burns within ones soul
Is hotter than volcano lava
Need to find the deepest hole
And cool it like a bottle of cava
Worthlessness is another one
But how can this be the case
For advice i give to everyone
But I can't keep up the pace
Failure is the biggest thing
It hits you like a rock
Needing help is so belittleing
You want to crawl into a sock
I could of said an obscenity
In that last verse of course
But this I say with sincerity
I will get back on my horse
These feelings now I've let out
Are because I'm so upset
So I write in form or shout
To be infront of the net
Glad to be on this mortal coil
Walk head high once again
Get sleep at night with no spoil
Black dog inflict no pain
Goodnight "sleepwell"
We were all trained to push the limits of the human barrier.
physically growing stronger.
Mentally developing professionalism.
Improvise, adapt and overcome.
A war-torn country is the birth of a squaddie.
The remembrance of the vast desert, the lush-us green zone.
etched painful memories to the soldier's daily life.
We stand together, tall and proud.
We cry together.
The heartless actions we carried out were not for revenge, not from anger.
For the greater good of human life.
At the setting of the sun.
The dead lye at rest, the causalities patched up, the amputees are on prosthetics.
But we all remain mentally scared
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
As I see it there is no cure
Meds can help that's for sure
But meds can make things alot worse
Mental health is a real bad curse
The meds will help you sleep at night
Or even help you fight or flight
The effects may damage your internal store
Kidneys livers even more
I know this at first hand
So join me on this awareness stand
I stand here totally med free
Trying to think rationally
Its about trapped memories
We must search for the keys
The only way to rid this fear
Process the memory shed a tear
To process the memory we must go back
Get the processor back on track
Its a complex piece of machinery
It's called the brain can't you see
They talk of trauma and incidents
Put it in the box sounds magnificent
The filing cabinet is over flowing
PTSD just keeps on growing
So relax and ground yourself
Another winner in mental health
Do this and return from hell
Use sight,touch, sound and even smell
Bring yourself out of the dark place
Look around for the friendly face
Open up and talk it through
This victory does belong to you
Many types of help out there
A lot of family and friends do care
Don't try to fight it on your own
The black dog has just grown
Try the doctors or self refer
You need help that's for sure
Once in the system your tool box is bigger
Hit the black dog with the big yellow digger
He will never totally disappear
You will be stronger have no fear
When he raises his ugly head
Your strength will put him back to bed
I am referring to therapy
Non intrusive just you see
It's not for everyone I do know
But surely it is worth a go
Finally I will just say
Take every day
DAY BY DAY
Stay strong and remain positive
You've deserved the right to live
Doth thou Parle the night's
Vastidity?
Wouldst be thine haver of thy
Uneyed, thought-sickness strewn umoving
Travels?
Ratherst, it be that, it is thine
trade-fallen quarters; thine debt as
the Militarist is mete by the
Languish bestrewn on thine epochtic mind.
The morrow breaks...
He walks alone, a shadow cast
By memories too fierce to last,
A warrior once, now lost, betrayed—
By time, by fate, by war's parade.
His brothers, bold, now rest below,
Their blood, their courage, still they glow,
In Valhalla’s hall, where feast and song
Echo the names of those who’re gone.
He’s left behind, the living scar,
The weight of grief a constant war.
Guilt gnaws within, a ceaseless ache,
For those he loved, for those who break
In battle’s grip, their lives forfeit,
But he—he lives, alone, unfit
To join them where the mighty dine,
To sit at Odin's table, fine.
No glorious death, no final cry,
He wonders if he even tried—
To die a soldier, fierce and true,
Instead of breathing, pulling through,
The weight of days, a burden great,
A soul betrayed by twisted fate.
The Valkyrie don’t call for him;
He’s left to fade in silence grim.
He hides his pain beneath the mask,
A hollow face, an empty task.
No family close, no friends to trust,
He’s walled himself in quiet rust,
Each day a blur of hollow fight,
Against a world that knows no night.
Around him laughter, life, and light,
While he longs for one last glorious fight.
The battlefield, his home, his kin,
Where death was certain, pure of sin—
He yearns for it, though it’s too late,
To walk that path, to seal his fate.
But still he waits, and still he pleads,
For death to come and end his needs.
To die a warrior, proud and tall,
To join his brothers at Odin’s hall.
So he moves through life, a quiet ghost,
Drowning in what he loves the most—
The battle cries, the blood, the pain,
The longing for a final gain.
And when his time has passed, he’ll pray,
That Valkyrie will lead the way,
To Valhalla’s feast, where none will fear,
Where brothers wait, and joy is near.
Until then, he carries on, concealed—
A warrior’s heart, forever healed
By hope that one day, in the end,
The battle will come, and he’ll ascend,
To dine with them, beneath the sky,
Where guilt and shame no longer lie.
For in Valhalla, free from pain,
He’ll find his peace, and there remain.
transfixed
I stumble down
shifting halls of
my angst my
distress
a cold stale breath
stagnates and permeates
its doom
onto my essence.
beguiled
I entomb myself
in the moment
asphyxiating
flailing
clawing
grasping for
desperately
disintegrating walls.
abdicated
I capitulate to
the lair
that cold cavity
pit of dread
that
pool of tears
where my devotion
thrashes plangently.
interred
in the filth
of want
of need
of putrefying wonder
entombed within
every pore
every inch
of my desolation.
moribund
I turn to stone
my listless gaze
fixated ruefully
on the luminance
the far distant
light
where steadfast
dim hope resides.
Let he who has no sin
Cast the first stone
May we all red repent
And find spiritual home
May every woman or man
Child or any blessed being
Find kindness compassion and
God's lavender love so freeing
May the grieving be free from grief
Finding joy and hazel healing
May the soldier find peach peace
Despite ptsd and superior scolding
May the hungry be able to eat
Both in spirit as well as physically
May the lost souls be found
And find faith in embrace of community
May your troubles be liquidated
Becoming green fertilizer
And a garden of blessings created
From fruit of spirit licorice desire
Despite knowing trials and tribulations
May you find your path in faith
May your life be a celebration
Of God’s making each and every day
Staunch, spine straight as a flagpole
Chin tucked into neckfolds of flesh
Face itch, lips blubber incessantly...
Hips thrust forward... twin bulldozers
Life expectancy, a speck in a sandstorm
Rows of medals under gray sash, Iraq
PTSD
As a veteran like those before
Many of us have seen war
Injuries invisible to the naked eye
In our mind we ask ourselves why
With all the bad that we have seen
We hope this is just a bad dream
Our memories won't disappear
In itself this gives us fear
When we were away we had each other
Watching out like sister and brother
But now we are home safe at last
Hopefully try to forget the past
Then night time falls
And our minds do wonder
Did i make a fatal blunder
No no not I it is the thunder
The bangs that go of in his head
Make him hide in his bed
He can not sleep it won't disappear
Yes I'm sure he'll shed a tear
Back in that place he once had been
Reliving the events he had seen
The smell the noise back in the mind
Shouting screaming feeling blind
Feeling lost and on his own
Fear, aniexty, depression have grown
But being proud and no cry for help
Man up son you have your health
But the mind will overcome
Unless something can be done
He does need help a listening ear
So he can process all that he does fear
He is human his mind is active
For his country his life he'd give
But alas many didn't make it back
Back home to raise the Union Jack
So to absent freinds I raise a glass
I'm sure this battle is not the last
Until we meet at the pearly gates
Spread the word about lost mates
Although there's a lovely prep nurse
Cystoscopy feels like a curse
The lidocaine gel
Does not mitigate hell
I briefly hoped they'd call a hearse
Author's note: One of life's interesting procedures for some in this civilized country. This does create P-PTSD for some of us. This is a cruel irony of nature. I said to the most kind prep nurse, ''You have an unusual job.'' The response was that she is just there to help. The moral of the story is that staying healthy can be painful sometimes. These procedures are completely routine to the medical profession.
It comes in many shapes and forms
Some from abuse some from wars
Others include accidents or death
One thing is real they are all bereft
I'm talking about ptsd in remission
Anyone can suffer from this condition
It is always there in the mind
Helpless lonely feeling blind
To help these people you must be strong
Sometimes it's tiring and days are long
Be there for them when they call
To you it may appear so small
Give them a hug if there are down
If there tears are flowing don't just frown
Listen to them as their fears unfold
Pull up your chair as experiences are told
Once they've spoken do not mock
There mind is ticking like a cuckoo clock
If you do they may implode
Or worst still totally explode
What they need is a reason to live
You are the power and need to give
Don't condescend and say normal stuff
It will be ok is not enough
Find something they can grab hold
A purpose in life that can't be sold
A feeling of a accomplishment is a must
Alot to give and gain there trust
Once this hurdle has been broken
Many other things will be spoken
Listen intently and offer advice
Whatever you do don't patronise
If you struggle and can't complete
Liase with a charity who you can meet
They will help you save this friend
Ptsd is a killer and that needs to end