Sometimes... War Lingers (Poem)

tankermone By tankermone, 16th May 2013 | Follow this author | RSS Feed
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PTSD is becoming more prevalent on the decade-old wars we are having, and some people still don’t know what’s happening. Stress is handled differently by so many people – the outcome is sometimes dealt with, and at other times becomes battle fatigue, shell shock, or PTSD.

Sometimes... War Lingers


The smell of cordite long gone from the field,
All death’s passed yet it has something to yield;

Soldiers walked through this vast cauldron of blood,
Were tainted by its touch, more than the mud;

Scenes of evil, carnage, blood and despair,
Hung in men’s minds, surely shadowed the air;

Fields of such slaughter and gore left behind,
Would reappear later in visions mined;

Sometimes a war lingered, long past its end,
Some forget and move on, some it does rend;

Those battles will be fought and lived some more,
Those unable to find solace’s core;

Sometimes…war lingers for reasons unknown,
Sometimes… we do take the war with us home.

PTR April 24, 2013


Battle, Battle Fatigue, Blood, Carnage, Cauldron, Cordite, Death, Despair, Evil, Field, Mind, Poem, Ptsd, Rhyme, Smell, Solace, Yield

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author avatar tankermone
U.S.Army vet, father - three, gf - six. I write about everything, in poetry mostly. I served in Armor, laid cement, tied steel, laid pipe, worked retail, tutored and enjoy and love the United States!

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author avatar Stella Mitchell
26th Jun 2013 (#)

I am sure many take the war home with them in their minds my friend .It must be so hard to switch back to civilian life after legitimately aiming a gun at another human being .
Bless you

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