17 April 2012
This is a poem I wrote to pay tribute to the loves of soldiers who suffer terrible consequences of war.
He lay in silence, Still and cold, Like a corpse, But still alive in his soul.
Every so often he trembles, Says "I can remember" And I look into his cloudy eyes, And wonder where the man went.
The man I knew, Not the broken being I know, I sigh as I trace the fractures and scars on his collar bone.
I feel a punctured heart, A sewn-up bullet hole in his arm, And watch as he remembers sounds and sights, Long days and sleepless nights.
My love died on the battle field, A machine came back home, He fought for his county, Kept life but lost soul.
Post Traumatic Stress • Opuss № I