Aftershock
The sirens, noises, flashing lights
The screams of those in pain
I'm lifted to brand new heights
And there I see the strain.
I run and try to keep the pace
In the scorching eastern sun
Sweat drips down my reddened face
That’s it I quit, I’m done.
The pain of illness, death, and fire
I see their strength and strife
I sit cry and truly admire
My friend who lost his life
I awake in my bed and gasp
I look at my courter
Then I calm and try to grasp
My Post Traumatic Stress Disorder