I still see it in my mind. . .

the fighting. . .

the fallen comrades. . .

 

I still hear it in my mind. . .

the screams of the wounded. . .

the cries of those who have lost their loved ones. . .

the clanging of swords. . .

the roar of the enemy. . .

 

I still feel it in my mind. . .

the tension of the air. . .

the fear we all felt. . .

the fright of losing each other. . .

 

Though today I am not at war. . .

I still feel as though I am being watched

By the enemy. . .

As if I should fight. . .

Some part of me still waits

For the blast of guns. . .

the clang of steel upon steel. . .

 

Some nights I awake from nightmares

About those I love falling

Slain upon the battlefield. . .

 

I am afraid to let go of those I love. . .

Because I never know. . .

What day will be their last. . .

Much less mine. . .

 

 

This poem is dedicated to all U.S soldiers everywhere who suffer from PTSD and to their families. I pray God will care for you and keep you and bless you all your days.

Numbers 6: 25- “The LORD make his face shine on you and be gracious to you.”

God bless all.

 

-Starmonia ✞