Charles J. Ingerson


Just a dream recurs
hearing thunder close
lightning casting burrs
magnifying my loss.

This is now not then
wondering what is real
will I ever forget when
my soul scarred to heal.

Vacant my children see
feeling my cries unheard
wanting so much to flee
having memories deferred.

Sometimes I awake at night
only sweating and afraid
this horror again to fight
with hatred so displayed.