Images From Hell

THE END

Still the deep depression, thoughts of my own death
Still the sleepless nights, no comfort in my bed
Still the feeling I don't belong, after all these years of help
Still the lifelong battle, the fight that takes my breath

Still pushing people away, the friends I'll never have
That Vietnam is always there, at night I go to hell
I thought I'd reached a compromise, but all to no avail
It's still within me, all the demons; death is at the ready for that one last rusty nail

Post traumatic stress they call it, in me, a life long threat
I feel I'm going backwards, the anger comes in waves
Sleepless nights, the taunting dreams, still the feeling of insane
A never ending battle, thoughts of suicide now a game

So many years of fighting this, I fear I've lost my will
Death itself means nothing, the demons in me still
The marriage I'm in, the love I feel, doesn't dismiss my sins
Depression getting the better of me, the devil always wins

This poem is at the end to show there's no respite
It's always there, this life long battle, in me and by myself
Nothing more to write now, all is said and done
I love my wife, she's all I have, but those fires of hell have surely won