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Army Combat Veteran
I open my eyes
it’s another day alive
This life I now live
I feel stuck, in my very own hive
There is nothing that I can do
where something doesn't go wrong
Somehow, the way I feel
I just feel I am not where I belong
The littlest things cause me anger
having a clash with my mind
Not dealing so well with other people
every day this I find
My mind always tells me
something is crawling under my skin or on my hair
Always scratching my head and my skin
but nothing seems to be there
No matter where I go
I find myself constantly looking around
Not wanting anyone behind me
it’s a feeling that is to profound
Always find myself coughing
even though I never did smoke
However the oil well fires played a role
it’s so annoying when I often gag and choke
Very often my skin starts itching
I just feel like I could scream
Silent madness runs through my mind
panic attack arise, almost like having a horrible dream
Breathless and not knowing where I am
my heart races as my lungs gasp for air
I was thinking about where I have been
and things I really didn't want to share
Sometimes I have had the feeling
my life here was no longer a need
However, something keeps me going
most likely its family and good friends indeed
Often I can’t help but think
about the demons living inside of me
I only want to be normal again
and just set them all free
{This poem is about me}
Written on 18 February 2015
Copyright © 2015 E. Wayne Searles All Rights Reserved
http://www.poeticquest-1.biglaunch.net
Soul-of-a-poet@hotmail.com
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