Spoke to a near and dear friend today who relayed a story to me, asked me to write something about it, then requested I shared it. Thanks to all of you who do what you must.
I was feeling most light To start this day But now I confess That has gone away
I will reveal things Some consider dark And be very frank Though you may find it stark
I have hunted and killed The most elusive of prey Hoping to never re-visit That final day
And though I bury the memory It seems to rise from the dead Once again though as yesterday Living in my head
The last look on his face The last living soul to see The confusion and surrender His life showed unto me
Not like I had a choice It was his life or mine Only one of us would ever see Once again the sunshine
One of us or another Would ever again know life That's how it is At the point of a knife
One life is ended Another goes on Only one of us would see Another dawn
You call it PTSD I call it life Living to tell the story At the tip of the knife.