Category : Poems

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P.T.S.D.

Uneasiness, a dysphoria settling upon shaken shattered soul. 
Eyes that evade sleep, for the appalling visions they keep. 
Memories that play like scenes from a movie, they repeat. 
Heart beats savagely as one attempts to calm this raging storm.

The price of a nation’s freedom becoming steep.
For the nightmares they still hide, silently keeping. 
Where blood paid for freedoms of the many. 
Loss of life, loss of limbs, worse of all loss of sanity. 

This waking dream, cannot escape it seems. 
Where forever they remain, still fighting. 
Lasting one’s lifetime, 
Praying for an act of the kind. 

An invisible affliction, 
Haunting heroes who defended all. 
This waking nightmare we call PTSD. 

© 2016 Dell Anne Raye 
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