PoW

This is obviously about a soldier. The soldier I'm talking about is my grandfather. He's still a prisoner of war even though he's safely at home.

I still hear the whispers he sang, "I never came back"

He's still walking through the valley of death in his mind for payback

He's laid back but stay back from every one of his playbacks

They implode your brain on impact like just another frayed trap

Can't keep his mind on the prize but he'd never say that

Denial in his eyes reflect the skies and you can't change that

He can't relax, bullets replay and lights him up like a camera flash

He's stuck, he's candle wax, he's fucked, but he can handle relapse

 

 

The next day his tone is clear, a little too perfectly clear

With no inflection or passion no reflection of any cheers

He doesn't believe what he hears let alone his filthy peers

Never tries to swallow the pills they filled just to have their dear

With his eyes shifting he tries to calmly slay every fear

He whisped in my ear "I can see them, with every step they feel near"

I watch the tears become more real as he peals back his deadly years

Tries to sear every ghost of past so the future wont leave him here

 

 

He's having trouble grasping reality in his shadow-casting mentality

He feels like he's trapping insanity in all of his collapsing vanity

Feeling crotchety, pacing anxiously, waiting for his plastering apathy

Tries to kiss death with a hug goodbye from all of his encased calamidy

Would have been a tragedy watching him leap, bypassing agony

Honestly he forgets his family helps him escape from his fantasy

He constantly watches me makes sure I'm passing cautiously

If I stray off his path he screams until the shards rub off of me

 

 

I'll always remember him for what he was and not for what he became

But who's to say that's any better when all he knows is a bloody face

And all he can retrace is the maze he had to suddenly had to race 

To watch the craze flood the parade of the pungently insane

He had to refrain from all the claims of all their brains becoming stained

They put him in chains so he can't change the anomaly so they stay the same

But I can see it in his eyes when he can't stop playing the f*****g games

This man his dead, but his body lives on, he's still drowning in the shame

Reviews

[Gracefool_Lyn]

That was amazing... I especially like the last stanza