Poem by Michael Lee Dorman
How can one be so lonely when there are so many
Lonely men and women to feel so apart from everyone,
Yet we are so together in the way each us feels.
To hold so much of the past it becomes our future.
The way we talk, the way we walk, the way we are each day.
The past will not go away.
I hear them say put that time away,
Only there is no place to put such time.
Who and what we are from that time has made our mind.
Yes, it is a mind of time.
The smell, the pop, a yell can put you back into hell.
Try as you will, with all of your might, it will never seem right.
Long days and longer nights, the past takes bites.
A piece at a time and you know all should be all right,
However the mind will not let it be right.
So each day or night, you struggle with the mind in a fight.
Try to stop the mind with all you can
Drugs, beer, liquor, pills, nothing kills the mind.
Some say time will heal but if you cannot find time, how will it heal?
We have been made to kill, if not the enemy, then ourselves.
As soldiers we are taught to kill not to heal,
So how can a soldier heal if all they know is how to destroy and kill?
That is what seems to keep us alive.
So with the best of intent, we invent, a way to kill the mind
Even if we must stop time.