Aiming lights down Desert Drive the sidewalks twist with every stride Deeper now the pressure squeezed electric veins the pulsing beast. Hammer out escape these roots puncture eyes see through the truth. I've managed now to leave the brain the sickness lost a disease restrained Though I may still fantasize about leaving such memories behind PTSD laughs and stabs me back right through the eyes disease intact It lingers here inside my mind a stain of conscious of harder times Fear not I've got pills a VA rep whose left me ill So I'll file another claim and wait 2 years as denial awaits
05/18/2012
I never fear for your safety, good sir. Fantastic, nightmarish and well done.
Is there really a 'cure' for PTSD
sorry it posted incomplete. Or is PTSD something like life with the only cure coming at the end? Good write!!
Feels like a real glimpse into you, my friend. Gabe is right, nightmarish and very well done.
Thankfully, I've never had to face the kind of combat that inspired this. None the less I admire the honesty of this piece, in how it delves into the world of the "vet," and PTSD. Excellent rhyming and cadence also, helps deliver the message.
