PTSD

Between wars I find no peace
My memories, they still haunt me
Can’t sleep at night, I feel rage and guilt
My conscience, it eats me for the blood I’ve spilled
I have seen violence that I can’t forget
I have done things that I regret
I see and I realize the cause
But that don’t rid me of my guilt or remorse
There is no way that I can express
These feelings of self-hate and regret
I know I can’t undo the things that I’ve done
But at least now I know that I have a conscience