Apr 2015
Woken by nightmares
of falling choppers,
into another day.
They died like soldiers,
but I, in between,
here must stay.
Until the darkness
comes, when again,
I will fall away.
of falling choppers,
into another day.
They died like soldiers,
but I, in between,
here must stay.
Until the darkness
comes, when again,
I will fall away.
Call it a short Ode to PTSD.
