THE VET
Why is it I walk by and people stare?
I feel the judgment in their nasty glare.
Could it be they fear what they don't know?
How easy for them to say, "Let it go."
Nightmares and flashbacks overpower me.
No place can be found to set my soul free.
How can I go on with life this way?
Suffering and torment each waking day?
I gave my life to the "war" years ago.
Like a thief in the night it wont let me go.
Oh God is there someone who cares what I feel?
This torment in my mind is alive and real.
If my destiny is for no peace to be found
My only escape is to lay my life down.
Learn from the value that was put on my life
Show compassion for a Vet plagued with strife.
©Copyright February 28, 2001 by Eileen Breedlove
Autor's Note: Lee, no way can I write with the passion as you, but your poem (The Vet - ©Lee O'Neill) inspired these feelings in me for Phil Dundas and all other vets who found their pain too much to bear. Eileen Breedlove: February 28, 2001
Webmaster's Note: Passion is one's own. It cannot be learned or given but if it is experienced and felt by the right person, it leads to compassion, and that can be shared; as you have. AWP (Web Master) March 2, 2001