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The War With In Pts
She was his devoted and loving wife and then came those pitiful, anguished nights..
She counted the cries, the bruising and prayed for an end to his confusion.
His night frights that she was observing had become quite unnerving..
In their bed he lay restless, squirming, what he saw was deeply disturbing..
Pillows punched and flattened held the key to the terrors that she couldn't see.
Most days he was distant, robotic. Was he now becoming psychotic?
She held him with a heart so tender. The war had ended but those memories wouldn't surrender.
It's trauma lived on and it bore thru his flesh. He now fought the battle of post traumatic stress.
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Nancy Kaufman
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