You know I've walked on the wrong side of hell
Felt the stinging bite of shot and shell
Seen the bodies and smelt the blood
Of those so young
Ultimately my choice in life
Cost me my first love who was my life
She couldn't live with what might be a last goodbye
Worrying constantly about the knock on the door
I left the army thinking things might change
And so covert security became the game
In her eyes the risk remained the same
In fact the risk was higher
Combined with nightmares in the darkest hours
When I would scream and yell
And the whiskey bottle always by my side
Was more than she could bare
And so we parted
I was mentally a shattered wreck
Although I always kept my job
The bottle my constant companion
The dreams, nightmares hidden
But one day I started to write
I don't know why, it just happened
And I discovered that I could share my darkest thoughts
With others who would and could understand
Poetry gave me the release from myself
Because talking to you was somehow impersonal
You were just names on a page back then
But now you are a family
Thank you for I have regained sanity
Through you
For many years I guess I hid from myself, the whiskey is still a good friend but no longer controls my life simply because I discovered that people do listen
