War Time Writings

Battle scars

I thought i was lucky. They weren't physical,
Now im just labelled as mentally ill.
I remember the
Bombs that went off and it keeps rolling in my head
Over and over like the action of people getting thrown
Over by bullets that have been sent my way as I duck
Thinking something is coming all at the comfort
Of my chair which I was given for a coming home gift. For being a hero.
But im, not a hero.
I'm a scarred, injured soldier.