He was crouching at the door
Staring out saying no more
The other soldiers were hurrying
But he was still staring not caring
They call it the thousand yard stare
You can see it in their eyes with no flare
What he had last seen
Was more a nightmare than dream
But he survived and back home he went
Never the same for the rest of his life spent
In other times it's been shell shock
Battle fatigue and now PTSD not to mock
© Paul Warren Poetry
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