I was called for war
not ready for gore

broken bodies to their core
is not what I signed up for

bullet shells, bombshells, prisoner cells,
death bells; I fell, into blazing hell

serving my country, the sights I've seen
sights before my eyes, not always green

PTSD is my reality
this war; my sanity

vacation break near
I'll go home and cheer

going home is my calamity
will i fit into society?

Not at war...

Written: November 12th, 2019
Posted: November 13th, 2019

Another collaboration with a fellow poet and an amazing graphic designer. Thank you Humna20 for the opportunity to collaborate with me! It's truly a pleasure every time. (: