Living Hell

poem by: Allan P Stevens
Written on Sep 04, 2016

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Title-----Living hell----By Allan P Stevens
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As I sit here listening to the silence
Within the walls of this padded cell
Deep thoughts enter my conscience
Holding me captive in my living hell
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They say I have gone a little crazy
They say I need some medical help
What do they know about my sanity?
They are not captive in my living hell
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Feed me drugs that mess with my brain
Saying they will help to make me well
Wonder if those in charge are to blame
Here I am, still captive in my living hell
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Once I was a soldier brave and bold
They even put badges upon my lapel
I was a fighter with my story left untold
Leaving me captive in my living hell
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Was I born to be crazy, mad, or insane?
I was normal as far as anyone could tell
They sent me to shoot kill and maim
Turning me captive in my living hell
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When you see an old soldier about town
With a few badges pinned to his lapel
Give him a smile, look at him proud
He may be one who has lived through hell
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Tags: sad, rhyme, anger, pain, fear,

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A previous user commented:
This is heart breaking. Our soldiers are treated like garbage. Society just throws them away. Not crazy. Traumatized. Then abused again by a system that doesnt want to deal with the mess its made.
Christopher Russon commented:
Lovely poem. A sad fact. I have seen traumatized soldiers in my neighbour hood. Shattered lives .many turn to drink and even worse.
Allan P Stevens commented on Nov 25, 2017 at 10:41am
Thanks to both of you for your positive comments

 

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