A Vets Cry

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It's hard being a combat vet! When I left for war I left behind a life I'd never know again. I lost friends, killed the enemy, lost the woman I loved and came back home. It's so hard trying to act like none of that scarred my Heart. People who never served DONT understand and are quick to judge a vet and talk smack about him behind his back. I do my best to hide the pain but at the end of the day facing it all alone hurts the most! It wasn't suppose to be this way. I was suppose to be married by now, to have the comfort and companionship of the woman I loved. Instead I feel like I'm on another planet. I'm a warrior and as such I live on-fighting the pain/memories and the world around. When will it ever be enough.....? I'm so very tired....where's my sweet angel to hold me, comfort me, ....Love me.... I fought for all these "people" that now make my life so dam uncomfortable. I just don't get it, BUT I thank GOD everyday for every day he gives me and I have so much more to live for!

A Vets Cry

Trying to make since

Of all the bodies, bullets and a broken Heart

Feeling all the pain alone

Am I supposed to act like it never happened

Like it didn’t scar me forever

Yet here I am

Acting a dork

Trying to mask the endless pain

While you laugh at my expense

Just don’t want you to see through me

Deep anger

You and the rest of the world will never know

Impossible to understand

In less you were there

Yes I’m off on some days of the year

Those days have names

Faces I’ll never forget

Those are the memories impossible to lose

And I bear it all alone

I’m fine

I’m stronger

But I’ll always face this pain alone

Pissed I have to act like it’s all fine

It’s not

A lucky few found Love

Takes their pain away

I envy those lucky few

I’ll carry on

For those I left behind

I’ll be the best I know how

For them

For myself

To the rest

I don’t know what to say

So I’ll continue to mask

To hide

The dark truth

People speak of hell

Try carrying pieces of your comrades

Watching them die before your eyes

Killing without hesitation

Killing out of fear

Out of anger

To keep your buddies alive

To bring yourself home

To that special one

O wait

In my case she wasn’t there

And my curse began

The day I set foot back home

Cursed to remain alone

To live with the pain alone

Like the families of those I killed

Cursed to never have a woman

While women I once loved chose pieces of shit over me

A funny home I’ve come back to

Don’t make sense to me

So I’m packing my bags

Living where I can hear my Heart

And where I hope to find a real woman

Hopefully one day

I can earn the right to be happy again

-Fin-

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poett commented on A Vets Cry

06-08-2014

awesome write. i understand because i have my father in law, uncles on my husbands side n cousins on both sides n brothers too plus several friends who are vets. it is very hard but those who dont understand dont deserve to be acknowledged at all. you are a great person for all you done for us so ignore them. theres persons like me who love to hear vets talk n tell their stories. i appreciate everything from you. hugs

MikeDomino commented on A Vets Cry

06-07-2014

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MikeDomino commented on A Vets Cry

06-07-2014

Powerful - very emotional . Glad you are in the country . Keep writing this is excellent .

TheLastCowboy commented on A Vets Cry

05-21-2014

I left California for a reason! Now back where I belong-in the country!

Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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