PTSD
written by: hedgehog
Each night the noise, each night the same
Sleep is a nightmare, cold sweats and screams
My hand moves, load and fire, load and fire
Ghosts stand there looking, try again they shout
I pull the trigger, again and again and again
Mortars howl overhead tearing them apart
I lock the door, searching for inner peace
Tossing and turning, sweating and yearning
Lost in my world of machine guns and noise
Morning and I embrace the frightful and beautiful
Warm winds blow a swirl of dust skyward
My parietal lobe processing and interpreting
Bodies torn apart, skeletons bleached and white
Wind and sand returning them, dust to dust
All around the hustle and hum, bullet born
Guns oiled, smoke grenades and ops orders
Glock 17’s and mortars cleaned for the fight
Please God let me sleep in peace tonight
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