Unknown SoliderA Poem by Michael Wright
See that man yonder? The one on the bench there. The one addressing to pigeons He was sent to war as a young man Returned as something wholly different Today, he just cannot survive the pain His dreams are full of living nightmares He will not share those visions Wishing to harm no one with them War tore lines upon face and soul Mapping out part of the story They say he carries the PTSD The blood of too many innocents The night's sleep shred with horror His days filled with anguished ghosts There are no means of escape It all remains within his own mind He is forever locked away, with no prison For there are no more battle lines to defend He has become the real Unknown Solider. . . . © 2017 Michael WrightAuthor's Note
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6 Reviews Added on June 18, 2015 Last Updated on December 19, 2017 Tags: Unknown Solider, PTSD AuthorMichael WrightSpringfield, MAAboutI am 50, single Retired, I am a novice to this writing world. I am learning each day. I do not share all my writing with you. I look forward to chatting with many of you. I will only review writin.. more..Writing
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