faithfong

He walks amongst you 
Smiles at you
Yet trusts no one,
Not even himself;
How can he?

As a child, you hide under the covers
Safe. 
But he tosses and turns to the rhythm of gunfire.
Dreaded dreams of fallen comrades, 
Within his mind, he can never be
Safe.

Waking hours are no comfort
Wandering
Plagued by demoralizing daylight exposing the death,
Witnessed in his wake
He numbs his emotions instead of heartache
Wandering.

I walk among you
I try to smile
Yet I’m drowning, reliving that nightmare
I don’t even trust myself
How could I?