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PTSD - My Silent Scream

Poetry is the food of the soul. It's my greatest contribution to the world and an area I can always grow.


My physical form has left the war

Hands unclean; my eyes forever scarred

I left carrying a silent scream

Just a grunt, a nobody is a sea of green

Just following orders, or so it seemed

Put my boots on without questioning

Aim and shoot and shoot some more

I can still hear the echoes in my head

Armor plated death rumbling by

That distinctive squeaking clanking

Of treaded steel on desert sands

Single columns heading off to battle

A deadly snake in camouflage

Fangs of long range death and pain

Leaving only blackness and flames

The end of the line; served my time

Medals on my uniform

Collections of foreboding memories

And the forced forgetting process

Again and again and over again

Bury them deep and lock them away

Bloodstains that won’t wash away

Echoes of screaming children

Explosions and mortar fire

Pitter-patter of falling debris

Bodies lay juxtaposed in the sun

But always knowing and never showing

Some of them were caused by me…


Author's Note

PTSD is a crippling and lasting mental health issue caused by extreme trauma. It is not something to be taken lightly or ignored. Even the toughest of tough can suffer from it. This original poem is not about me, nor am I suffering from PTSD. As a writer, I try to put into words the experiences of others and I mean no offense to anyone who actually has PTSD. Not all combat soldiers experience war in the same way and this piece is not based on any actual events or individuals.

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