Faye Sizemore

PTSD… IN COLOR WITH SOUND

Moss green…
tinged with night…
the colors of nightmares` light
Dried brown upon the dead…
where in life it did pulse red
Coursing now no more…
all fallen… all taken in war
Blue so blue… the color of sorrow
Shall it be this way forever…
tomorrow and still ever tomorrow…

Screams of the dying and maimed
… caught up in deaths` evil game…
sounds of the bullets past my ear
as they traveled from there to here
It has been so for many… many days
Will it be so… always… and still even always…