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06-07-2006, 07:47 PM
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| |  A Poem for PTSD
Just a poem I thought was good. Quote:
I never asked for this...
helplessness, horror and the fear
but it haunts me daily
the pictures I see are so crystal clear!
I cannot run away from this sick reality,
there is no place for me to hide.
Even the devil booze cannot help now,
I carry the nightmare of your story inside.
I might feel at times that I am all crazy,
lacking any energy, and worry I am lazy.
But the visions keep flashing back to haunt,
and I get so tired of these intruding thoughts.
It is like salt in a wound so deep,
I never seem to get proper sleep.
I have anger…rage.... then numb,
and I feel so alone, like the only one.
I cannot get over this inside I cry!
I am angry that this person had to die!
I ask myself...
why? why? why?
So I think I found a final solution,
but its just another illusion
so before I check out this time,
I will reach out! I know things are NOT fine.
Everything in life has a reason
Every tree has a season
No one but myself
can free this heart and mind.
Of all the pain of the trauma,
and these symptoms I find.
And when my day is finely due,
A voice inside is so clear.....
Life or death my life-long friend,
This choice is up to you.
Jim 1996
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06-07-2006, 08:04 PM
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thanks for that :) |
07-07-2006, 01:50 AM
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Nice Nam... thanks for shareing that lovely poem, much appreciated and enlighting to put that little sparkle in ones day. |
07-07-2006, 05:18 AM
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wow thats deep but very beautiful and so so true..thanku...
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28-07-2006, 12:32 PM
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wow thats it. |
08-08-2006, 10:06 AM
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nice poemi feel that way myself |
08-08-2006, 11:21 AM
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| | another poem
it amazes me the similarities in the way some of us feel. after reading the above poem, i wanted to show how close the feelings are. this is one i wrote a couple weeks ago. bear in mind that i am not a poet.
Shadows
I can feel the hot breath of depression
As he steadily creeeps closer on my heels.
I can see the shadow of his arms encircling
all that is within;my heart in terror reels.
It's too late; he has swallowed all of me.
His fowl stench has overcome with fear and strife.
Must I stop his advances by forfeit of this life?
I can see now a little glimmer of a disappearing hope,
And I feel my heart beat faster as toward it I race.
With all I have I'm reaching--there!It's just ahead!
Then comes his shadow fingers reaching, stretching 'round my face.
Will I ever see the brightness of the sun again?
And feel the warmth of a love that grows?
Will I ever feel contentment with my life?
Or will this empty, shaking shell be forever all that shows?
Cookie |
08-08-2006, 06:08 PM
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wow...thanks Nam and Cookie--powrful stuff...i'm not a poet either--the following was written a while ago--just to get out of my system what was there at that time...i'd hardly call it a poem but nevertheless here it goes...
Sitting there alone
Trying not to think,
Hope was gone,
Gone in a blink
You remember the places,
You think of the faces,
They are the dead;
Perhaps they were brave,
Now they share a mass grave,
The black earth was fed,
Their permanent bed.
Wrapped in a shawl,
The more you think,
The further you sink,
You drown in drink,
You crawl...
Your smell and that of the drink
Are one and the same tonight.
Is ANYTHING worth the fight,
In this world that stinks?
Another breath,
A step closer to death,
You think of the war,
The blood and the gore,
Can't take anymore...
Thinking just hurts,
Depression and tears,
With suicide you flirt
But you quiver with fear...
reallydown |
09-08-2006, 12:00 AM
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Very nice cookie and RD. Nice to see people getting within their emotional self to discover new aspects to portray one's life. Very effective poems to PTSD. |
23-09-2006, 05:23 PM
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| | Just some edititng...
just thought i'd change a few things here...
Sitting there alone
Trying not to think,
Hope was gone,
Gone in a blink
You remember the places,
You think of the faces--
They are the dead;
Perhaps they were brave,
Now they share a mass grave,
The black earth was fed,
Their permanent bed.
Wrapped in a shawl,
The more you think
The further you sink
You drown in drink
You crawl...
Your smell and that of the drink
Are one and the same tonight.
Is ANYTHING worth the fight,
In this world that stinks?
Each new breath--
A step closer to death,
You think of the war
The blood and the gore
Can't take anymore...
Thinking just hurts,
Depression and tears,
With suicide you flirt
But you quiver with fear...
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