Tag

PTSD

Poetry

Your past is my now.

To you it happened years ago to me it is now, today or yesterday. It happened so long ago or why now or it all in your head, you should be over it by now, this is all I hear from you. But imagine your worst day of your life.…
Stuart Burton
4th December 2016
Poetry

My hidden pain

I got my wounds on battlefields. I got my wounds from my friends not the enemy. My wounds you can’t see. My wounds hurt every day and there are no pain killers for this pain. My wounds don’t have any scars because to me they are still fresh. My wounds…
Stuart Burton
4th December 2016
Poetry

My Fortress

I once was an open village. Then a bit of pain came into my life, so I built a small wall. But still pain came in so I built a bigger wall. But the pain still came in so I built a castle. But it still came in so I…
Stuart Burton
4th December 2016
Poetry

Realization

Looking back at the image in the mirror I see a man who features are not those of someone scarred by the passage of time More like an old parchment, that is showing its age on the outside, You need to unravel it and look inside where you will find…
Peter Southern
27th November 2016
Poetry

My Jigsaw

Sitting here with darkness wrapped around me my memories eat slowly through my soul I wonder if the light will pierce this darkness to heal the hurt and pain and make me whole I am pieces hiding in life’s broken jigsaw Those near me try to make me whole again…
Anonymous
11th November 2016
Poetry

DON’T DO IT

Don’t do it brother, I’ve still got your back, just like I did when we served in Iraq. I can see that you’re hurting in ways I can’t fix, but find strength in the fact that I’ve still got your six. The bond that ties us has never been stronger…
BJ Lewis
10th September 2015
Poetry

The Hardest Step

We wanted to be soldiers, And so we joined that band Of brothers, British soldiers, our freedom to defend. They taught us to be steadfast, To march in perfect ranks, And how to face the enemy, with our rifles, guns and tanks. They trained our minds, how not to care,…
Mick Wilby
3rd August 2015
Poetry

War Casualty?

Is it the battlefield or is it in the kitchen At the sink staring out of the window Is it the spare room the no man’s land Is it she crying silently into the pillow With the noise of battle coming from Her husband’s rantings in the living room Is…
Anita Roberts
20th March 2015
Poetry

IF.

If you had seen what we have seen, upon the field of battle, If you had watched as comrades fell, and heard machine guns rattle. If you had heard the scream of shells as they hurtled overhead, If you had wondered deep inside if you may end up dead. If…
Rob Wharton
11th December 2013
Poetry

The price tag

Was it really you and me Entwined together in ecstasy Or was it struggling to be The other half which once was we The heart is steadfast for a while But it can never go that extra mile To keep the family from becoming a pile Of statistics in a…
Anita Roberts
21st September 2013