PTSD: Post Traumatic Soldier Degradation

Veterans need mental health, community support and deserve our respect, but they rarely get it.

Young man turns and crosses the street,
Escaping eyes of pride & defeat,

Young one moves, increasing his pace,
The ghost of this soldier he will not face.

And in the dark of the humid night,
There is no truth where there is no sight.
With inflated disgust and an important air,
We discard the brave, but pretend to care.

“Please dear sir, can you spare a dime, for a weary veteran on borrowed time?”

The young man coughs and looks away,
No second thought to the one betrayed.

Reviews

[SoulCrusader (Yas)]

Love your poem!

Captures the sense of our humanity or lack there-of perfectly.

Well done, I can picture the scene perfectly