when the dust settles

i remember my friend baby ricochet telling me some of his war stories and me thinking "how can someone deal with that" so i put myself in his shoes(tried to) and this is what i came up with.

3 years out, i'm not dead

3 years out, i'm full of lead.

scaffolding in my knees

they can't bend properly.

now i'm back, household pet.

armchair man, no mindset.

got my pills to clear my head.

i hear their screams in my bed.

my own conscience, spits on me.

beat me down, kicked my teeth.

there will be no more rest.

because myself is what i detest. 

its not fair, i did my time.

still i think, i should of died.

all my life, i picked sides

there's none left, i've lost my mind.

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[Baby Ricochet]

I'm both honored and moved to be the inspiration for this poem. Thank you Philgod.