Resolutions Encore

 

     The year was never meant to be,

Not this year – it cannot possibly,

     For deceased is how I am -

Dead before the man,

At least, that’s how I thought!

 

     Pain killers make me retch,

The taste repeating an event

Outside this loan of life,

And my God I am married with wife,

Children too - all of whom I adore,

Yet I cannot help but fear

Talking Heads singing songs

To take me back to days

I always wanted – end!

 

     For there’s nothing there but

War, nothing cared for - but then the job

Didn’t ask for anything more than

     Balls, then the walls closed

In like my head within a carpenters

Vice,

     The stamp of authority

Issuing threats to deter the danger.

 

     This year never should have been,

Not for I, not when dying in turn

My comrades are lost;

Plagued by Persia’s secret illness

And I’ll be damned,

     I may even make the first

Page of a birthday card

From the queen,

But then that’s too keen,

Too elitist for even I with

My tales of woe and grandiosity,

 

     So today,

I will tell my wife I love her,

Hug my children till

They scream at me for air,

Forget the fact I ever dared

For sake of ego and an unwritten

Clause for acceptance,

And throw the tubs of paracetamol away.

 

Michael Robinson 3rd June 2016.

 

Hello Fellow Poets.

If you know of someone from the forces community who may be suffering

because of experiences within theatres of conflict. Please please pass on the details

of a group called PTSD Resolution.

I have been through many therapies and have in the main continued to suffer.

But recently I have had therapy with PTSD Resolution and I can qualify they are a professional

body who have in essence instilled a change in me. If you find a veteran in need, please

help them get in touch with PTSD Resolution.

Their website is as follows.

 

Thank you for taking the time to read.

 

http://ptsdresolution.org/contact.php