As time goes by, the Demons seem to come more frequently, they seem to catch the edge of my sanity.

Even when I smile, a smile which hides my pain and turmoil.

As time goes by, I see the faces of my lost comrades, my friends, those that stood with me as the lead flew around us.

Even when I smile, tears run down my cheeks and I look at the sky above wondering what am I doing here and they are not?

As time goes by, I look at myself in the mirror then I stare at my hands. Once clean now bloodied from doing what I knew what had to be done.

Even when I smile, I bear witness to the pain that I caused to those that would hurt. Yes, to do it again to protect those I love. I would do it again.

As time goes by, I suffer from constant nightmares, anxiety attacks, bouts of rage, remorse. Still I carry on.

Even when I smile, the thoughts never leave me. The weight of it all bears down on me like
Atlas carrying the world on his shoulder.

As time goes by, I stand strong, I smile, I carry on.

I dedicate this poem to all who suffers from PTSD, we suffer in silence. Though you may not see the scars, we at times hide them very well.

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Really good expression. Good

Really good expression. Good message as well.


...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "


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Thank You for your reply. I

Thank You for your reply. I hope all is well.