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.
Oct 18, 2014
Oct 18, 2014 at 6:44 PM UTC
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.
