What Think Ye Of Me?
When you gaze into my eyes
Do you the Horror see?
The pain of battle etched upon my soul
And the longing to be free
When you speak unto my ears
Do you fear there will be no reply
If I seem distant at times to thee
I shall return from whence I fly
When you touch my fettered brow
And if I seem to draw away
Take no offence, I mean no harm
My emotions are bound by chains
When my past appears so suddenly
And my present fades to war
I cannot explain nor do I make excuse
I have not the power to close that door
When the flames of hell subside
And my senses return to me,
What things were said?
what deeds were done?
What must Ye think of Me?
A never ending question for those Brothers and SistersWith PTSD. When I first returned Home from Vietnam I suffered the effects of war before theyhad a name for it. I could see the confusion written upon the face of my loved ones. I could not explain it to them. To this day I have no answers. To this day they still stand by my side.
When the question arises...
"What Must Ye Think Of me"
I receive this reply.
I Think I Love Thee.
I wish you Freedom & Peace My Friends.
~ Boondocker ~