He didn’t take a bullet,
Didn’t step upon a mine.
His body’s still intact,
And he appears to be just fine.
But inside his hardened heart,
Things weren’t as they appeared.
Former friends and family,
Now think he’s kinda’ weird.
There is a massive hole,
Where his humour used to be.
He’s had two tours of duty,
Or maybe it was three.
He doesn’t sleep at night,
And his days are full of dread.
He just can’t shake the images,
That keep playing in his head.
So treat him with respect,
If you meet him on the street.
Maybe buy him dinner,
But for God’s sake, be discreet.
Comments
Neopoet AI 5-29-23 version
The below is a computer-generated response from Neo, Neopoet's computer artificial intelligence:
This poem effectively conveys the internal struggles and external perceptions of a veteran dealing with PTSD. The use of simple language and rhyme scheme makes it accessible and impactful. The repetition of the idea that appearances can be deceiving adds depth to the portrayal of the veteran's inner turmoil. The poem effectively captures the isolation and challenges faced by those suffering from PTSD. Consider exploring more vivid imagery or sensory details to further immerse the reader in the veteran's experience. Additionally, you may want to experiment with varying the rhythm or structure to enhance the emotional impact of the poem.
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PTSD
Hello, Stevo,
Eye-opening and raw. You've said so much here, and you speak for many. Thank you.
L
Thank you :)
Thank you :)