Vietnam

by Maple Tree   May 25, 2016


Stripped
from Vietnam
by a desperate
Mother,
wanting
to grant her
son freedom,
only to enter
a silent prison
within his own mind.

I view the mirrors within his soul
as if I can see my own reflection.

There is no vacancy
in a mental world,
coated with
a silencer
that hushes
the voices.

"Hush"
I whisper
as he smiles
out of desperation.

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  • 8 years ago

    by Brenda

    Andrea, beautifully written. My dad was in Vietnam, he was one of the lucky ones who came out whole, unfortunately so many didn't and I know you work with a lot of these guys out on the streets, locked in their own minds. You did wonderful justice to their plight.