They chased him.
He tried to get away
as far as he could,
from the fox holes
and tanks and smoke
of where he once stood.
They came in the night
with their bayonets
and bombs, finally home,
he was saddened that his
bed had become a tomb.
Sleep became the danger
zone and he would struggle
to close his eyes, he just
wanted peace in the place
he resides.
Take Shelter! He'd scream
as he jerked awake.
They came to him every night
haunting his dreams, it was
more than he could take.
He tried pills, confession
and even therapy but these
assaults on his mind,
the war raging on and on just
wouldn't let him be.
Today they laid him to rest
my mother tried not to cry but
I could see tears in her eyes
Now 20 years later I realize
my father was a hero which
should be no big surprise.
Thanks for reading! - Sam
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Sam Harty is a poet of raw truth and quiet rebellion. Author of Lost Love Volumes I & II and The Lost Little Series, her work confronts heartbreak, trauma, and survival with fierce honesty and lyrical depth. Where to find me
Comments (4)
Aww a true hero!!! ♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎
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Lovely poem sam, I enjoyed reading it 🌟🏆🌟
The bond between father and daughter. Hero is appropriate. ❤️