Vietnam

You preyed upon my mind and soul

 

The horror's of your journey

 

Created my confusion

 

You left my life in ruins

 

Committing suicide solved nothing

 

Your madness hovers over me like a curse

 

Homicidal thoughts greet me each morning

 

No rest for the wicked

 

Broken ways, I stand with you

 

On Camron Bay

 

We are THE HERD

 

Government assassin's

 

Treacherous attacks

 

Look at me holding an axe

 

You preyed on my mind and soul

 

The horror's of your journey

 

Created ME

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

The damn wars had left a lot of us with things we cannot forget. I lost good friends and I write to their daughters. Their father loved them so. Vietnam left many empty and I hope and pray the old Soldiers find some peace. A powerful poem. The tale of war. We try to forget but it is tattoos on our minds and soul. Thank you for sharing the poem.
Coyote

[Layi Tate]

Wow..
There is so much to say about this piece mostly because I know it's personal and I see the emotions run deep ..... Very beautiful piece about grief loss and war . xoxo xoxo :*

Tears :'/

[Rob Santana]

Thanks Liya

[Layi Tate]

Your very welcome dear... lol fyi my name is literally spelled in front of you how do you keep spelling it wrong o_O

[KeeD]

The path of war is never one that achieves peace. For every life has to live with a consequence and none stand higher than the consequences of war. Great write brother you sure the reality, the truth, the pain of life after the battle. The real war.

[redflutterby]

Hmmm...my father is a vietnam vet and he suffers from ptsd and manic depression. He tried to commit suicide when I was four. I know where your words come from...what he went through there affected his wives and kids in a way people dont understand. Sigh...piercing write Rob!!

[Rob Santana]

We share the same sadness. Thanks for reading Red.

[redflutterby]

Yes we do....my relationship with him has been a rocky road. By the way he was born and raised out your way... San Diego. Spent a lot of summers out there years ago. Let's say I'm a mix of West Coast...East Coast and Southern girl... CRAZY!!

[Nicole Williams]

As a soldier I know what war is like,
when you see combat you are NEVER the same.
no matter how hard you try to forget it' will always be apart of you.
I couldn't possibly fathom the horror of Vietnam.
this is gritty and real,
and utterly depressing.

[Rob Santana]

My father brought Vietnam home with him. It's a childhood I wish I could forget.

[Nicole Williams]

I'm truly sorry for that :((((( my best wishes for a better future

[bluebutterflyz]

(sigh) Yes it was rough hearing stories and as a kid I never really understood the deep pains he carried with him. Now we're left behind still trying to understand him and who he was. This writing is good though.

[Rob Santana]

Nothing but confusion, however, life goes on with or without us.

[bluebutterflyz]

Aint that the truth!

[Michelle N. H.]

I can't begin to imagine what it must be like finding oneself in the midst of war, how the experienced horrors must haunt ones being for the rest of life supposing one is even capable of moving on, and then, how ones stories of what came to pass will affect loved ones. You give an insight to such an experience. A very strong write.

[Rob Santana]

The Vietnam experience was my fathers. My sisters and I had to re-live his brutal experinces with him. He brought Vietnam home with him.

[Michelle N. H.]

So I understood from a previous comment. Horrible it must've been. Can't imagine it.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

war can definitely create monsters within us..and that was one of the worst wars for it.

the demons sleep with so many who were there.

strong piece, Rob.

jacob

[Rob Santana]

Indeed it was a very bad war Jacob. My father was in NAM and it affected me and my sister's in the worse way. Me being the oldest and only son my father took me on a mental and visual journey through Nam. Horrific photos and stories he told me were forever embedded in my mind. Thanks for reading Jacob.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

My sister lost a best friend..he was killed three days before he was supposed to come home.
read moreMy sister lost a best friend..he was killed three days before he was supposed to come home.

I was lucky and didn't have to go...but i have friends who came back from Nam...and it just made them different...such a nightmare..your poem is quite expressive. it captures that nightmare.