OH SHIT! that scared me!
Don’t sneak up on me,
don’t bring up that memory,
if you expect me to sanely
LI IIIIIIIIII VE…….!
A shot gun blast
a scary past…
Murder, rape, and beatings,
leave uncontrolled feelings
God bless the soldier
who carries on his shoulder:
scars of freedom
next to his gun.
Please include all the rest
who wear similar vests
of fear, of trauma and unrest.
All of them do their very best…
With what’s left behind
in shadowy minds
that take over
and bend sometimes.
Let all of us blessed
Understand this mess
of broken minds;
the wounded kind.
That we should ease their startle
without pills in a bottle
but with our grace
walk their pace.
Each person’s path
each person’s laugh
comes and goes
hold them close.
OH SHIT! that scared me!
Don’t sneak up on me
don’t bring up that memory
if you expect me to sanely
LI IIIIIIIIII VE…….
They might not sleep
Their memories creep
inside their head
all night in bed.
You might see shifty eyes,
it’s only nerves disguised.
Tremoring hands
Throughout the land
Pointlessly shake.
Some drink to numb
their restless thumbs.
Afraid to take
Help from any friend,
strangers and A-men’s.
Tomorrow just brings
more of today’s things.
If you care, don’t judge
be sure not to smudge
less your gown is white
and you’ve shared this fight.
Only strong still walk
and so rarely talk
about dreadful fears
that bring them to tears.
Remember to be nice
Before you speak, think twice.
Be happy it’s not you
left lonely in their shoes.
About the Creator
Chez D
I hope somebody gets something valuable out of any one thing I might write.
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