Ptsd Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

PTSD

Words
These compilations of letters
The letters that make no sense
Nothing on their own
And are meaningless
In many occasions
Always
Almost always
From an unknown time

No one can answer when,
They replaced the caves' markings!

They have always
Or almost always
Have been
And are still;
Gods of games!

Of the love
Of the hate
Of secrets
Of orders

In many varied ways!

"Twenty six suicides
In just twelve hours, "
Entrapped my heart!

The writer has played
Miracle game of words!

I have fallen for it;
Am caught in this fire
And I compare
As it is my norm
This time the soldiers of the Western lands
Coming back from the lands they went to kill
With the displaced residents of those countries
Soldiers are treated for PTSD; not the displaced!