Watched a bit of a show that reminded me of the folks out there who suffer from PTSD. From that I got this:
Voices Cry by Michael Doyle The voices crying into the night Its hard to take this light Hauntingly these echo in my mind Though I thought these left far behind You know that I know, I should have done All the more than I know that I've done To change the way these things went down Crying to myself like somebody's clown It's no good to say I did my best Or, that I did better than the rest In the end, my friends are still dead This bleeds inside my tortured head Some things will never change You can't make normal out of strange Though that's not normally on my name I hold myself to account for my shame They pinned a medal on me But it doesn't block my memory Unfinished sentences that don't need to be said There too much trouble inside my head (c) July 30, 2020 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
