There is something I don't understand yet
Something about this PTSD I just can't get
That is why I can't follow a conversation
At least not for any reasonable duration
If somebody talks too fast there is no hope
I just stand there looking like a dope
I couldn't repeat what they said if I had to
I tried to listen but really don't have a clue
I think it has to do with my concentration
Not my friends quality of oration
There is a limit to how long I can stay in tune
When I reach my cap I'm finished too soon
I don't want to look like a fool
Don't want my friends to think I'm uncool
So I protect myself from them and them from me
Total seclusion is my self-surviving plea
It's not that I don't want to talk to you, I do
It's just frustrating for me to not connect with you
So if you want to talk, I'll give you a little presage
Call me and you will have to just leave a message
David Rose - Vietnam Veteran - Combat Medic
A collection of original poetry from a Vietnam War Veteran, David Rose, who is diagnosed with PTSD by the Veterans Administration. Some of these poems are very personal and dark while others are lighter, but I wanted to make them available to the public as an educational tool to everyone who is interested. The poems are copyrighted, but can be used for any nonprofit reason with credits. It is my sincere wish that someone will find these heart-felt writings useful.
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