Living With It
With a slow gait and a stammer of step
He moves along the path to nowhere
He is living a long time ago and doesn't even know it.
The demon slowly crept up and it now has him.
Anger, rage, nightmares, flashbacks, and memory loss
All are now his daily existence.
When he was younger, he could suppress the symptoms
But now he is weary of the struggle.
PTSD, yup, it has its grip on him and he is beyond caring
Oh, for a good many years he made what he thought was progress
Now, he is just too tired to fight anymore.
He withdraws into a world of his own and tries not to remember.
Sure, he wishes it were different
But he now realizes that it isn't going to change
He has lost his family, job and self-respect.
He just waits for the end to come and gain relief.
His only hope now is knowing that he made peace with his God,
And that when he is gone a better place awaits.
Surely, goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life,
And I will dwell in the House of the Lord forever.
©David R. Alexander
April 7, 2004
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