That man: A poem about PTSD.
I'm afraid of that man…
Of the things he's done and seen
Yes, I'm afraid of that man…
The world has left him mean
I'm afraid of that man…
I've seen him hurt so many
Yes, I'm afraid of that man…
His very presence haunts me
I'm afraid of that man…
That gaunt face and piercing eyes
Yes, I'm afraid of that man…
He seems he's lost his mind
I'm afraid of that man…
Of the things he could do or be.
Yes, I'm afraid of that man…
In the mirror staring back at me.
About the Creator
Mat Barnsley
I strive to make sense of the world through writing. I break it apart, twist it, and bend it until it reflects new light. I invite you to see the world cast through my written stained-glass windows.
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