I have just wrote this poem `Walking Time Bomb` in another of my black moods, its about a veteran who kills a civillian who provokes him and sends him back to the battlefield, he then becomes a victim of PTSD. This is why civilians need to ask questions as to why we do not get better treatement for our PTSD because believe me one day the War can come to you all.
24/ 7 got those demons in my head
Asleep or awake its all the same
I’m not feeling sorry for myself
Not looking for someone to blame
Surely death will give me peace?
Or am I already there?
Walking this earth with PTSD
Next to the man without a care
I’m jealous of his happy life
Nice house and steady job
Big Brother soccer and down the pub
His sanity has not been robbed
Until the day he takes the piss
One look one thoughtless remark
He’s put me back on the battlefield
To him a silly lark
I should have stayed at home that day
With the demons in my head
Instead I went into your world
I’m sorry you’ve ended up Dead .
© Mack (RG)"Every day feels like the day of a funeral"
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