Post Traumatic Stress Disorder

The war is over, The battle is won.
Tired and victorious, a soldier can collapse
He may reunite with his family, his wife and son
No more grenades and bombs, no plans or maps

But the war goes on, behind his eyes
Relief suppressed, mind alert
His dreams are consumed by the blood and cries
Of those whom he killed and those left hurt

Alone at night, the battle rages
Singular in purpose, to constantly haunt
And it will continue through the ages
To punish the soldier, to jeer and taunt

Adrenaline pumping, till its uncontrollable
His brain tries to explain, his body does not heed
Images burnt into his skull make him unable
To rest, and find the peace that he needs

One day, Exhausted, he will no longer decay
With paranoia filling him to the brink
And like a flood all the hurt and guilt wash away
As the peace and relief begin to sink in

But till that day, this carries on
Him fighting a battle he just cannot win
Hopeless and confused, conflicted and torn
He repents for his ordered sin

Fearful state of mind

There is silence in fear.

Its frighteningly quiet as you strain to hear some sound of home

You are cold and unclear

Shivering in the dark, confused by the fog and blinded by the foam.

Stranger in these parts

There are no escapes explored or known

No longer a lion heart

There is no path or solution shown

You are alone.

How did you arrive

This was not intended or planned

How will you survive

No guide or map back will be laid in your hand

There are no clues

Just silence in and around you here

You had paid your dues

And what did you get in return? betrayal and fear

Don't shed a tear.

But what is left to do?

Where is the honk of a car or chirp of a bird

Where has your sense gone to?

Why cant you think and find what is to be seen and heard?

You are paralyzed

The only thing that you can perceive is empty, useless and black

You are compromised

You cant function or move or get back on track

There's no going back

It makes sense now

It was all unfair and undeserved, just an unfortunate loss

It is time you bow

And accept there is nothing in the past to counter or cross

You have everything to gain

They have everything to loose and you, a fresh start.

You can sense again

So observe their game and learn their deceptive art

Now play the part