"Home": September 21, 2023

Unwell, not adjusted-

sitting here, combusted.

My brother in arms, your gun has rusted.

We fought to battle another day,

endless war and decay,

yet avoiding harms-way.

You no longer remember-

the sacrifice, the pain.

I feel dismembered-

torn memories from your brain.

“No man left behind,”

a lie you tell,

because you didn’t try,

and I’ll never know why,

since I’m not a guy,

I guess all I can do is cry?

That’s what it takes for you to listen,

faking knowing me was the pain you christen.

Brought me back to the trenches,

all alone,

PTSD now mine to atone,

I used to call you home.