Mark I. Kirkmeyer


I have mellowed with time
Or have I just come to understand
That I am no longer in danger
Holding life and death in my hand
I was strung tight ready to break
When it was that I returned home

While I slept fear moved my family
Near me no one would roam.
Sleeping in short catnaps
Patrolling the city streets at night
Nightmares invade my rest
Not visions of my finished fight

Paranoid vision they seem to be
Skyscrapers falling in flames
Masked gunmen shooting up churches;
Atrocities to numerous to name.
Visions not only invaded my sleep
But infiltrated my waking times also

Fear and despair filled my soul
Vest and sidearm everywhere I go
Faces of people I knew, called friend
Distorted, burned, in tortured cries
Vision that dig deep to my soul
Burning images in my eyes

It was this man, buried now inside
That threw a bayonet at a brother
That slept with pistols under pillow
Left society to protect the others
It he, who was found at a Stand-Down
The counselor contacted his family
Love forced them to give a second chance

It was this man locked in the VA times three
Who finally concurred the Visions
(Or at least it would seem)

The visions have returned
Invade my dream
Causing me to look longingly
To end the paranoia, to end the stressors
To end the dreams, to break away
To no longer have the pressure