Faye Sizemore

NIGHTMARE: PTSD

Picture ©Copyright 1982 by Marczew Franciszck Starowicyski
Picture ©Copyright 1982 by Marczew Franciszck Starowicyski
A putrid steed
blindly staring
from rotted
eye sockets
with bomb crater
blasts
in her side
where generations
of maggots abide
appears each night
and bids me ride
She stands
in all her bloody glory
over sixteen hands high…
all guts and gore
and upon her flank
is branded ‘WAR’
I am companion
of this blood soaked beast
every evening
until the sun shows
in the East
My battles were fought
long… long ago
yet each haunted night
is spent with her…
why… oh… why…
must I mount and go…