PTSDreams
once was enough for me
a soldier in World War II
sent to die a French death
in tattered uniform threads
my new red, white, and blue
feeling terrified, filthy like a rag
I went to sleep American
but dreamt I fought for another flag
trenches turned graves
filled with the horrified cries of war
I heard more than devout men
plead to G-d for no more
later I felt myself counting
each every breath
as I hoped to avoid capture
or at least a merciful death
and my wish was granted
while held in a bunker scape
I tried to choke a guard
while plotting my own escape
in a few seconds
I was shot dead
so imagine my surprise
at what happened next,
safely, I awoke in my own bed
layered by dried crusts of sweat
I needed more than a cigarette
back in the reality I had yet to accept
but not in the place I assumed
which I thought was a hospital room
I cried to grieve men of my platoon
inside a room all black
feels crazy to look back
a PTSDream when I
mourned imaginary men oversea
I only dreamt of war once
and once was enough for me
About the Creator
Jeffrey Sparks
Adversity is kindling I choose to burn to keep my hands warm in winter ensuring my words will stretch beyond the years that turn my bones to dust.
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PTSDreams is a more than just a brilliant read, it reminds us of the consequence of sacrifice. Thank you for sharing Jeffrey.