Déjà Vu – A War Vet's Story
by TaMapiya Wachi
OH God … It's happening again
My body is covered with a sweat
In my mind, echoes bombs, guns, and screams of a bloody massacre
My heart races, I don't think I can go through this again
Awake or asleep it's a life that was … déjà vu.
I close my eyes, I squeeze them shut, and an image appears
The wind is still, across the sands of Iraq
Deep thick Jungles of Viet-nam
The memories that lay deep of World War II
Rain of fire pour down all around me
My troop scatter four ways to the wind as a bomb explodes all around me.
In my mind, this reality that seems to go on and on, déjà vu
Flash backs, Hell's back … LEAVE ME ALONE!
Vivid memories Cursed within my own soul, it's so real and I'm reliving it again
Innocence lost, blood paints the ground.
That Child could be mine … Rigged cars, Killed or be killed
What is right; what is wrong?
Iraq, Afghanistan, Vietnam, or just any where
Its déjà vu. Possessed, held prisoner within my own soul
Not to be forgotten …
My feelings hidden behind a painted mask
All that looks at me, can't see what goes on inside me
Déjà vu, no turning back
Drugs, alcohol, only numb me
Places another painted mask
That Society sees in me …
Flash backs, Hell's back … Leave me alone … déjà vu
volume 10(6)
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TaMapiya Wachi, all rights reserved.
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