Living Hell
poem by:
Allan P Stevens
Written
on Sep 04, 2016
- Title-----Living hell----By Allan P Stevens - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 -
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
