Best Ptsd Poems

I am not good memories
I am not very kind
I am your history
Stuck in your mind

If you let me break you I must
Turn your life into dust
For I am your past etched into your brain
I will play back again and again

When you are low and cannot...

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I know I'm really tired
I just don't want to sleep
I guess I'm just really wired
Dreams will make me weep

I'm scared to see those things and sounds
Locked deep inside my brain
Make me sweat and wriggle around
Makes me think that I'm insane

Rational thinking is the cure
Its easier...

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We were all trained to push the limits of the human barrier.
physically growing stronger.
Mentally developing professionalism.
Improvise, adapt and overcome.
A war-torn country is the birth of a squaddie.
The remembrance of the vast desert, the lush-us green zone.
etched painful memories to the soldier's daily life.
We stand together,...

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Do you ever see me?

I see you every night. 

I see your lifeless body under the street lights. 

I hear you mom screaming let him be alright. 

I see the gunshot wound going through you like butter with a knife. 

You blood keeps pumping with...

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As I see it there is no cure
Meds can help that's for sure
But meds can make things alot worse
Mental health is a real bad curse

The meds will help you sleep at night
Or even help you fight or flight
The effects may damage your internal store 
Kidneys...

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Doth thou Parle the night's
                   Vastidity?
       Wouldst be thine haver of thy
Uneyed, thought-sickness strewn umoving
      ...

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Staunch, spine straight as a flagpole
    Chin tucked into neckfolds of flesh
  Face itch, lips blubber incessantly... 

    Hips thrust forward... twin bulldozers
  Life expectancy, a speck in a sandstorm
    Rows of medals under...

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PTSD

As a veteran like those before
Many of us have seen war
Injuries invisible to the naked eye
In our mind we ask ourselves why

With all the bad that we have seen
We hope this is just a bad dream
Our memories won't disappear
In itself this gives us fear

When we...

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These secrets of the things I went through
As a child are so hard to keep, so hard to tell
I've made no pact, no promise with the devils
To keep the secrets, I just went through the hells
I don't know how young I was when it started
My...

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Although there's a lovely prep nurse
Cystoscopy feels like a curse
The lidocaine gel
Does not mitigate hell
I briefly hoped they'd call a hearse


Author's note: One of life's interesting procedures for some in this civilized country.  This does create P-PTSD for some of us. This is a...

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"War and Peace in the Days of Love’s Retribution"



All is fair 
in Love and War
they say 

Lost are the
gambling angels
who walk tight ropes

from the point 
where time departed
the jewel stolen from her crown 

sacrificed for 
something better
a child’s happiness

another fallen 
goddess 
tripping between 

the cracks...

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God, if you're listening,

I haven't heard from you in a long time.
I thought we had a great thing going here, but my prayers have yet to be answered.
I know this sounds crazy, but I think that I am dead.
That must be the only answer. That...

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transfixed
I stumble down
shifting halls of
my angst my
distress
a cold stale breath
stagnates and permeates
its doom
onto my essence.

beguiled
I entomb myself
in the moment
asphyxiating
flailing
clawing
grasping for
desperately
disintegrating walls.

abdicated
I capitulate to
the lair
that cold cavity
pit of dread
that
pool of tears
where my devotion
thrashes plangently.

interred
in the filth
of want
of need
of putrefying wonder
entombed within
every pore
every inch
of my desolation.

moribund
I turn...

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He walks alone, a shadow cast  
By memories too fierce to last,  
A warrior once, now lost, betrayed—  
By time, by fate, by war's parade.  
His brothers, bold, now rest below,  
Their blood, their courage, still they glow,  
In...

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Let he who has no sin
Cast the first stone 
May we all red repent
And find spiritual home

May every woman or man
Child or any blessed being
Find kindness compassion and
God's lavender love so freeing

May the grieving be free from grief
Finding joy and hazel healing
May the soldier find...

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