Far From Fallujah

 

 

Far from Fallujah

 

Smoke break in the psyche ward

Smoke disappears

Behind bars

Puddles collecting

Pajamas

Defining institutions

Closing a mind

Relaxing

With a load off

Three meals a day

Sleeping

Until they call your name

 

Slippers sliding

Like tires on black ice

Suicide attempts are normal

Like alcoholism

 

And skin to bone

Scars inside

Try to smile

 

Add another blanket

 

Celebrating discharges

The last of

This military life

Seen as failure

 

They get theirs

I get meds

 

At ease mind

With my own stripe

Far from Falujah

And faulty flack vest

A terrorized body

Covering faces

That haunt

Me Now

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