By Damien Knight

The warrior wakes surrounded by dead
Mind spinning, ghosts in my head
Blood spills like wine out of me
Here I die my soul set free
No more bloodshed, no more war
I shan’t drink sorrow anymore

2 comments on “PTSD

  1. johncoyote says:

    You said a handful in the short poem. War teaches us, only one good thing. One more day to be alive at home with family. Is the true gold of life.


  2. johncoyote says:

    Reblogged this on johncoyote and commented:
    Powerful and worthwhile words by a talented writer.


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