War

Written 4/17/2017

I never seem to have peace in my mind,

Every brain cell is war-kissed, PTSD.

Stress is mustard gas burning my insides,

Anxiety is arson, scorched the home base.

War doesn’t end, on Earth or internal,

War is hell, full of death, it’s infernal.

The private has to listen to his colonel.

All of it seems to be sempiternal.

The bombs start dropping.

The soldiers run for cover.

One by one they’re taken,

Love survivor, depression smothers.