The weary man sits outside his house,
a newspaper spread across his lap.
In the background a radio sounds,
as he awaits the latest news.
He’s barely 30- yet he’s all alone.
Everyone left him years ago.
Yet noise comes from the telephone,
so he jumps up and runs to answer.
It’s Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder,
no phone call- he’s still alone.
He sits down again,
and as he reads the news cries.
He wonders will they ever learn,
before the last man dies?
War still rages as his insides burn
and he jumps up confused and angry:
as the phone rings again.
Post Traumatic Stress Disorder,
the struggle to be sane.
A voice comes from the driveway,
his daughters excited tone!
He survives the fight for sanity,
because he has family, so he’s not alone.