Poetry Therapy for the Veteran Soul
I'd like to thank leftvet for sharing this poem yesterday:
To My Lover
I lie awake
Rigid, like a body stiffened by death
Staring
You knuckle your eyes and yawn
Are you all right?
Woman, do not ask me for my nightmares
To tender away
They slither from a black hole in my conscience
You cannot fill the hole with love
It is bottomless
I fumble for my mask
It is nothing
Sleep
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