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PTSD of a Soldier
Out of this world they flee
Abandoning their sacred family
Of loved ones left so blue
Their hearts fill the ground, with a blackened soul
Forgetting the problems standing in this world
To go fight humans of blame and sorrow.
who is this creature broken down with sorrow?
A human of cuts and scars, who choses to flee.
Why flee this pampered glass world?
To fight for the anthropoid they call family.
Family who is fighting against their tearing soul
From the fear of losing the freedom of red, white, and blue.
Look into the eyes of a soldier, so blue
And see their unshed tears of sorrow
Of rigid days and blistering nights, tearing apart their soul.
Where do they go when they faithfully flee?
Across the fields of bodies they once called family,
Who fought beside them protecting this world.
Lets fall back to the problems faced in this bottled world.
Where oceans are black, but were once blue.
Where humans were close, like the love of family.
Past all the hard times of pain and sorrow.
Before these soldiers faithfully flee.
To a time where this world, was one soul.
Planted in this soldier is a striving soul,
But is a soul that is not accepted in this world.
A soul which pushes them to flee
Across these fields so blue,
To bathe in sickness and sorrow
With their new found family.
These soldiers come home to figures of family,
But these figures aren’t recognized by their souls.
Overwhelmed and weeping with sorrow
They ask g-d what happened to this pampered glass world?
That their soldier lived in before it turned them blue.
Before they were forced to flee.
What happened to this pampered glass world?
What happened to the oceans so blue?
What happened to the soldiers who flee?
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My grandfather was a soldier and faught for our country. He doesn't suffer from PTSD, for that I am thankful for, but there are still symptoms he presents faintly. I feel strongly about this topic and I wish I could do something to change the affects of war on soldiers, unfortunately I can't.