Forbidden Thoughts, Unbidden Come
Death often comes to visit me,
And asks if I would like to take his hand;
He says he’ll set my demons free,
And we will go together from this tortured, crippled land…
Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder
The sergeant came to me again last night
And seized my dreams.
I woke, yes, yet again I woke, at ten past three;
Recalling murder in a land I cannot leave…
Two Steps Behind
Some days, I get so weary,
I want to lay my burdens down,
When life seems such a struggle,
When friends don’t call around…