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A Poem for PTSD

Discussion in 'General' started by Nam, Jul 6, 2006.

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  1. Nam

    Nam I'm a VIP

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    Just a poem I thought was good.
     
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  3. YoungAndAngry

    YoungAndAngry Well-Known Member

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    thanks for that :)
     
  4. anthony

    anthony Silently Watching Founder

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    Nice Nam... thanks for shareing that lovely poem, much appreciated and enlighting to put that little sparkle in ones day.
     
  5. doobie

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    wow thats deep but very beautiful and so so true..thanku...
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  6. Bazza

    Bazza New Member

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    wow thats it.
     
  7. juliee7904

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    nice poemi feel that way myself
     
  8. cookie

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    another poem

    it amazes me the similarities in the way some of us feel. after reading the above poem, i wanted to show how close the feelings are. this is one i wrote a couple weeks ago. bear in mind that i am not a poet.

    Shadows

    I can feel the hot breath of depression
    As he steadily creeeps closer on my heels.
    I can see the shadow of his arms encircling
    all that is within;my heart in terror reels.

    It's too late; he has swallowed all of me.
    His fowl stench has overcome with fear and strife.
    Must I stop his advances by forfeit of this life?

    I can see now a little glimmer of a disappearing hope,
    And I feel my heart beat faster as toward it I race.
    With all I have I'm reaching--there!It's just ahead!
    Then comes his shadow fingers reaching, stretching 'round my face.

    Will I ever see the brightness of the sun again?
    And feel the warmth of a love that grows?
    Will I ever feel contentment with my life?
    Or will this empty, shaking shell be forever all that shows?

    Cookie
     
  9. reallydown

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    wow...thanks Nam and Cookie--powrful stuff...i'm not a poet either--the following was written a while ago--just to get out of my system what was there at that time...i'd hardly call it a poem but nevertheless here it goes...

    Sitting there alone
    Trying not to think,
    Hope was gone,
    Gone in a blink

    You remember the places,
    You think of the faces,
    They are the dead;
    Perhaps they were brave,
    Now they share a mass grave,
    The black earth was fed,
    Their permanent bed.

    Wrapped in a shawl,
    The more you think,
    The further you sink,
    You drown in drink,
    You crawl...

    Your smell and that of the drink
    Are one and the same tonight.
    Is ANYTHING worth the fight,
    In this world that stinks?

    Another breath,
    A step closer to death,
    You think of the war,
    The blood and the gore,
    Can't take anymore...

    Thinking just hurts,
    Depression and tears,
    With suicide you flirt
    But you quiver with fear...

    reallydown
     
  10. anthony

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    Very nice cookie and RD. Nice to see people getting within their emotional self to discover new aspects to portray one's life. Very effective poems to PTSD.
     
  11. reallydown

    reallydown I'm a VIP

    Just some edititng...

    just thought i'd change a few things here...

    Sitting there alone
    Trying not to think,
    Hope was gone,
    Gone in a blink

    You remember the places,
    You think of the faces--
    They are the dead;
    Perhaps they were brave,
    Now they share a mass grave,
    The black earth was fed,
    Their permanent bed.

    Wrapped in a shawl,
    The more you think
    The further you sink
    You drown in drink
    You crawl...

    Your smell and that of the drink
    Are one and the same tonight.
    Is ANYTHING worth the fight,
    In this world that stinks?

    Each new breath--
    A step closer to death,
    You think of the war
    The blood and the gore
    Can't take anymore...

    Thinking just hurts,
    Depression and tears,
    With suicide you flirt
    But you quiver with fear...

    reallydown
     
  12. cookie

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    ok, why do we have 2 places for poetry, i didn't realize i had one here and others elsewhere. no fair, i am too easily confused. which are we supposed to use?
     
  13. Nam

    Nam I'm a VIP

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    Well...shoop de doop! Sorry, that would have been my fault since I have started both threads! This thread, when I started it, is simliar to the lyrics thread, just a place to put poems that you think are relavant to PTSD. The poetry by us thread is poetry that was actually written by us. I hope that clears things up a bit. Sorry if I confused any of you! I did not mean for that!
     
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