P-T-S-D

by HOWARD ADAMS

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by Larry Connelly

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by Lawrence Rahn

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by Albert Hernandez

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by Carl Palmer

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Forever in Flight

by Norma Rowe

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Nowhere to Run

By Lawrence Rahn, Army

Writing Type: Poem

By Lawrence E. Rahn
VA Medical Center--Minneapolis, MN

Confession from a dying soldier
I watch the sun fade behind those distant ridges,
so close, yet so far.
I gaze upon this benevolent sight as if it were mine,
counting the days gone by.
So wonderful to gaze upon God's creation
while leaving this existence.
I try to etch this moment upon my weary soul

where there are no tomorrows.
The fountain pen of my mind has dried,
leaving me with nothing to witness something grand as this
while my life is full of emptiness.
Although I must fight for every breath,
I try to forge ahead to the very end.
It means so much to me to gaze upon this sunset.
How long before death arrives is only just a guess.
I'm sure there isn't anyone that knows their time to die.
As for me, the death angel lurks nearby;
I can feel him breathing on my neck.
He's here to snatch my soul at a moment's notice
and take it straight to hell.
The devil's delinquent on souls to steal
and I'm sure he wants mine,
although I might be in a better place,
depending on my judgment day.
“Could this be hell on earth that I'm living in right now?”
I ask myself. I'm ready for the afterlife.
It has got to be better than this prison cell.
Maybe God will put me in paradise,
so we can converse from time to time.
Yes, death is like vultures soaring high in the sky,
waiting for a life to die.
Their goal: to pick the bones clean of rotting flesh,
hopefully not mine.
Then suddenly! There! High above the ridge!
Yes, a rainbow appears! It must be for me!
That means all hope is not lost for this weary soul of mine!
I stare at it in awe for quite some time
as I look upon it as something grand!
Yes, it appears out of nowhere, yet no storm clouds
fill the sky. I wonder why.
No sounds of raindrops on the ground.
Could it be I've missed all this?
Maybe while planning my escape
from this makeshift hotel of bamboo sticks.
I thirst for one drop (my throat is so dry),
and I won't share it with anybody.
But how can this be? Someone, please explain it to me!
It must be God has a hand in this! Yes, that must be it!
Now it makes sense.
Could it be I'm imagining all this for my own benefit,
and my sanity has left me?
My mind shifts gears: from hopefulness to doubtfulness,
then neutralized. Now, all hope is gone;
the rainbow has dissolved; there's nothing left.
I've come to realize help won't arrive before I die.
The afterlife comes next; heaven or hell, which is it?
Only God has that answer for this soul in the end.
I've given my service to my country;
that must count for something.
Doesn't it?"

P-T-S-D

by HOWARD ADAMS

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