Time Ptsd Poems

The day that you left me to go off to war,
you hugged me and said with a shy little grin.
Don’t worry son there’s nothing that...

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A Flock of Startled Birds

He had sat for an hour on a long, low, flat rock,
He had checked himself over from bald patch to sock.
His...

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I became friends with the darkness
The sun has become a myth
The Rain was only a comforting sound
And how I missed the snow

The walls were covered...

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Nine months to create you
Yet grief is insurmountable
She knows you will leave soon

Plucked from their homes and families
Hundreds of thousands sent to slaughter
A disgusting fight...

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You just stood there naked, frozen in time, staring at the shower.
There was just the shell that remained as I sat on the hallway floor...

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PTSD

Like rabbit in the headlight caught
I want to move, i know I ought
But quicksand stuck, I’m petrified 
My body still, arms laid by side
Stretched out on...

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Gingerbread red
Poem started may 24, 2022

Blood marks the spot
Just follow the red dot 
Let’s play a game
I don’t think it has a name 

X marks...

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Asked an NPR journalist
of U.S. soldiers
damaged in Afghanistan
direct fire
for one hundred everydays,

"Was it worth it?"

"I can't answer that question."

She asks more hesitantly again
of another veteran,

"Was...

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I’m
So
Traumatized.
I think you can see my eyes.
It feels unreal
The way I feel
Does anybody love me?
I can’t remember
Much of my life
If I do
I know I’ll die.
Here...

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I fear nothing,
Except myself
And all the suffering,
It’s bad for my health.

I fear everything,
I fear freedom and wealth,
It’s always something
Making me lose my sense of self.

I...

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I've been so close to death,
so close I could almost taste it,
I almost drew my last breath.
I remember every second
and I hate it.

How could someone...

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I wake up to a beautiful day,
After a night of being afraid.
I’m grateful to be awake,
Because I’m afraid of the pillow where my head lays.

Each...

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Launch the lecture,
tear me down 
to never build me up,
you couldn't build a wall
if a thousand bricks were around.
Time after time,
you watched me fall
as you...

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Pt I: Pilgrimage
1991

he’d pick ‘his’ path up as it fell
between the dunes toward the wood
and as the trees knew him so well
they’d all bow down...

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while working
on the road
he says forecasters
are always wrong
he laughs
and wants
others to laugh
with him

but the others
don't understand

he has returned
to work
after his breakdown
the other day
a year
after a...

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