PTSD


He’s at home in his bed,

His wife at his side.

But he finds himself in battle,

As he opens his eyes.


The enemy is upon them,

His friends are all dying.

So he fights with all he has,

While his insides are crying.


There! Don’t you see?!

An enemy to his side!

So he raises his gun,

And he shoots the damn guy!


A scream pulls him back,

And he sees what he’s done.

He’s back in his kitchen,

Where he just shot his own son.




A/N: If interested then the following link is to a website where you can make a donation to help soldiers dealing with PTSD:

http://ptsdusa.org/support-u/make-a-donation/