American PTSD

American PTSD

A Poem by Nova

I curl up like a ball in my bunk

sirens and shots resonate outside


I pull the covers over my head

screams and laughter fill the air


I reach out for a familiar warmth

helicopter blades swish above me


I feel a body lean closer to me

a hand takes mine and gives it a kiss


I’m scared

She says, “don’t worry.”


I’d never thought I’d feel like this back home

“It’s the 4th of July honey, they’re just celebrating.”

© 2013 Nova


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Nova
Written: 10/4/10

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Added on October 25, 2013
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The Desert, AZ



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