PTSD and the Vietnam War!
A former Marine I recently met, Frank Lazzaro, who’d served in the Vietnam war. shared this poem he’d written on PTSD some time ago. He told me I could share it if I wished to. I did think it was pretty good and definitely worth sharing, so I decided to post it here. I hope you enjoy it.
What is it I see in the recesses of my mind?
A form, eerie and frightful,
From which there is no escape.
A shadow that follows me
From age to age
Haunting me, beckoning me,
Seducing me with its dream-like call.
Never ceasing, always present,
Chilling me to my very core.
Twilight to dawn this shadow waits,
Eager to pounce once more,
To render me scared and helpless.
I resist to tears but to no avail
For this shadow is fearsome and relentless.
It has no face that I can see,
No form of hate.
A vapor not human, yet all too real
Ever there … haunting, haunting.
In the night it touches me,
Rousing me from sleep.
Sweat, like a mist, covers me.
Tears flow with soundless screams not heard
Like the dead that surrounds me.
I jump to met my adversary
But it’s only a shadow.
A memory of long ago
When youth was changed,
And time stood still.
Of death and loss so vivid.
Of war so fearfully fought so far away.
Now only a shadow that haunts me
In the recesses of my mind.
~ Frank Lazzaro