Donal Mahoney


Ptsd - Poem by Donal Mahoney

In the waiting room, I squeeze
this old rosary a nun gave me
the day I got back from Iraq.

I was still in a daze on a gurney
and I still had sand in my hair.
Some of it remains, no matter

how many showers I take.
Sand from Iraq lingers, I'm told,
until you go bald, and then

you are able to concentrate
on other things.
What might they be, I wonder.

But today, in this waiting room,
I squeeze the rosary tighter
when I hear, louder than

the gunshots crackling in my dreams,
the real screams of that little boy
right over there, the one who's

rapped his elbow off the radiator.
Lord, listen to him scream!
Each week he comes with his mother

for her follow-up appointment.
He sounds like the jet
that takes me back at night

to that little village in Iraq
where the sand puffs up
in mushroom clouds

above the bullets
as the children scream
in their hovels louder

than that little boy
screaming over there.
Maybe everyone

in this waiting room
listening to him scream
can come with me now

to that village in Iraq.
Sitting here, I know
that boy's pain so well

that in my fist
this rosary no longer
knows my prayers.


Comments about Ptsd by Donal Mahoney

  • Rookie - 45 Points Colleen Courtney (6/11/2014 4:14:00 PM)

    Wow. An honest and brutal look into what the horrors of war can do to a soldier's mind. Wonderful imagery. Heartbreaking poem. (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 5,160 Points Is It Poetry (6/11/2014 2:28:00 PM)

    Not to be a pain.
    The D stands for disorder
    when it's not.
    It is in fact a physiological Injury
    to the brain
    caused by any thing external
    that any reasonable human being
    would or should know
    could cause incapacity to the brains normal function.....iip (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, June 11, 2014



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