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Faces Of The Dead

Contributed by waynster on Friday, 27th October 2017 @ 07:06:17 PM in AEST
Topic: war




I am afraid to sleep
to only find myself burdened by a dream
They bring me to many places
but I just donít like the theme

I often sit here in sweat
with flashbacks running through my head
All I can see is people screaming
clinging to their beloved that are dead

It was only minutes
but it seemed like hours on end
Why did they have to shoot at us
our perimeter we had to defend

They just kept coming
like roaches running at the sight of light
Flares popping high above
making day out of what was night

So many brothers
to my left and to my right
Blood being gurgled from a shot
another battle buddy lost this fight

All hell breaking loose
as we lay fields of fire
Every time I go to sleep
I return here with no desire

Many years have passed
but war is forever in my head
I cannot go to sleep
because I still see the faces of the dead


Written: 28 October 2017
Copyright © 2017 E. Wayne Searles. All Rights Reserved






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Re: Faces Of The Dead (User Rating: 1 )
by ming on Friday, 27th October 2017 @ 07:24:16 PM AEST
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Heart wrenching. Your bravery in sharing pain/grief is admirable as well.

ming


Re: Faces Of The Dead (User Rating: 1 )
by xHeathenx on Friday, 27th October 2017 @ 10:46:54 PM AEST
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I agree with ming. Well done Wayne.
Arguments and battles of the mind, and battles of the body come to us throughout our lives. The extreme of the spectrum with war and brainwashing leave us both destroyed. At least in a capability. There is hope however. I think that university of Toronto professor Jordan Peterson has mentioned in his lectures regarding psychology that there is ground to gain in restoring your sanity so to speak when it comes to such things.

To know the capacity of the human spirit, its body, its mind, and its choices, and accept that such things are always capable of being reality, but we prevent them in name of a greater good is a step for most with ptsd, but nightmares? That/'/s another battle of which I have little to aid.

All the best,
-Mark


Re: Faces Of The Dead (User Rating: 1 )
by Waynster on Saturday, 28th October 2017 @ 01:41:41 PM AEST
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Gentlemen, I am a Veteran, I deal with PTSD and I have bad dreams at times, as well as other issues. However, this poem is not about me. I wrote this poem with the ability to grasp the words that explain what many Veterans are going through and have gone through, that have returned from war. I seriously appreciate your kind words. It/'/s not always easy to write how others feel or what others visualize. This goes further than just Veterans my friends. This can relate to Policemen, Firemen or any and all first res ponders. This poem was based upon what goes on in the mind of a Veteran returned from war, but as I said, there are others that can relate to it all to well.


Re: Faces Of The Dead (User Rating: 1 )
by softerware on Saturday, 28th October 2017 @ 07:17:00 PM AEST
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You vivid description testifies to your capacity to immerse yourself in others. Memories make powerful paths we walk many times, trying to fix them.
Your story applies to all that horrifies us, and honors those who face it for us. it also applies to rape, child abuse, and the social workers who see these images daily.
A grateful bow to a poet willing to speak to a difficlult issue. You have done so with grace, humility, and exceptional realism. Thank you for honoring our ability to cope, and our gratitude to those who do what we cannot.
softerware


Re: Faces Of The Dead (User Rating: 1 )
by Puppy_dog_eyes on Friday, 3rd November 2017 @ 05:53:36 AM AEST
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Man is a senseless creature and will continue to be until he is the candle that has finally gone out.
I can/'/t imagine the horror of having those traumatic scenes replayed over and over again like a never ending movie reel but I know it does happen to some people and you have highlighted that perfectly here.
War is an abomination but it continues throughout history like a plague.

Steve




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