When is enough…Enough?

By Alex Wulf



Veterans’ Voices.  Since 1952?  Whew!  Who knew?

That’s 30 years before I screamed for the first time.

And 56 years before I wished I could hit rewind.

Now fast forward 16 years and I’m still alive.

A couple of suicide attempts just didn’t take.

I guess ya can’t kill someone with a life sentence.



Without repentance, somebody tried to take what was mine.

And I let him have it.

Not literally….but figuratively.

OOPS!     Dammit!



Ya see…in the Corps, they train ya how to kill.

You can do it for them, and you know the drill.

But when you’re done, and you’re home, and on your own…

You defend what’s yours and you’re all alone.

Trying to decide what’s right and wrong…

As you watch your life-become a country song.



Now my ears are ringing, constantly.

I fight and kick, and walk in my sleep.

I want to cry, but I can’t.

I want to scream, but who would listen?

This poem is the voice of a veteran in prison.

I think I’m better than I used to be.

I think I’m starting t get used to me.

But I kinda feel like I got used, for free.

Can anybody find a use for me?

Can you help me find a key for these (cuffs)?

I’ll say I’m sorry!  I’m begging!  Please!

When is enough – Enough?  Geeze!