writing combat ptsd

at this table
this quiet place
where they write
this flat surface
where poetry
spills
for the hungry ones
those
who wish to leave
their wars
behind
where recidivism
is high
where
eyes are glazed
stares penetrating
where
nothing is
given away
not even longing
empty bodies
hollowed
anger
in a
fog
they write

Copyright Liz Rice Sosne 09/30/2013
Dedicated to those veterans who saw combat and who were in my writing classes.

Placed at Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads for Open Link Monday.