The poems I wrote...
were inspired by my PTSD. I always had these words inside me but it wasn't until I read Kurt Vonnegut's Slaughterhouse Five that I was able to write them down. I wrote them all one day in my car just a day after I finished the novel. I think that if you read my story before you read the poems, then you will be able to understand them better. I also recommend reading Vonnegut's novel in hopes that it brings you as much joy and comfort as it brought me.
Our Father
Silence.
Darkness.
I feel alone.
What is this place?
"Our father who art in heaven"
Am I dead?
What just happened?
"Our father who art in heaven"
Who's that calling?
Light returns slowly,
Engulfing me with reality.
Struck with fear.
I must get out.
I must get out!
I must get out!!!
"Our father who art in heaven"
Why Me
Why me?
Am I weaker than everyone else?
Why must I relive the moment
That I wish had taken my life?
Why must I cry fresh tears
Over old wounds?
Lots wife looked back
And turned into a pillar of salt.
With all the tears I've cried,
I see my own pillar of salt forming.
Why must we look back
When we know the pain it brings
I guess we're just human
And you can't blame us for that.
Untitled
If it would have happened,
I would have never seen your smile
Would have never tickled you
Nor heard you laugh.
If it would have happened,
I would have never seen you dance
Nor sat you on my lap
Never would have heard you say my name.
It is because of you,
That I'm glad it didn't happen.