PHOTO BY CATHIE KING |
I fought in a battle years ago In a land with names like Duc ho A man named Charlie felled my friends He wanted us out to no ends I made it back to start a new life But, the man who came back Didn't sit with the wife The man she knew who went to war Was not who came home When she opened the door There were arguments and fights Day and night And to find some peace I stayed out of sight I was led to believe My anger would pass No question how long it would last Now, I've left that scene And it's many years later I've started a new life But, the problem still exists Often times, much greater I have nighmares and flashbacks Of what it was like Of the time I went to war Of the time that changed my life Doctors work on me from near and far Prying my brain And scratching the scars For me to be willing For me to be ready To accept, to reach out for help Is what what must be done To live normal life normal After living by the gun So, they load me up with pills For when I can't sleep They load me up with pills For when I weep And then there's the pill For when I'm angry Even got a pill When I feel I want to kill A pill just for my PTSD Pills so I can live with me They even got a pill For when I'm alone But, no pills for my thoughts For my buddy, who didn't come home! |
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2000 byWilliam R. Ilam "Easy" Smith |
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