Post Traumatic Read Count : 45

Category : Poems

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Gunshot noise

Life devoid

They say I'm paranoid.

Call me crazy

My head gets hazy

Wonder when I'll be pushing up daisies. 

Even at home

I feel so alone

Catch myself digging up old bones.

Drink a beer

To find some cheer

I cannot let them see my fear.

They don't understand 

I'm just one man

Lost myself in a foreign land.

Always on edge

Feelings of dread

Doctors just pump me full of meds.

It's gone too far

My life seems marred

No one sees my battle scars.

-samhudson

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