P-T-S-D is the latest poem from Alison Little, it was entered into the National ‘A Poem to Remember’ call out to mark the centenary of World War One drawing to a close. The Defence and National Rehabilitation Centre (DNRC) is being built in the Midlands and looks to be one of the Worlds largest Rehabilitation Centres for our Armed Forces.
P-T-S-D
All around us, there is dust
The winds whip up
Grit in eyes, forward I thrust
Helmand, bombs erupt
We must regain the village
Taliban must be defeated
We have covered much mileage
Another squadron, retreated
Insurgents surround on both sides
Cloths cover faces
On direction, we must abide
Put through paces
I watch myself on the wall
But I am not in Afgan
On homeland, stand tall
In my mind, it re-ran
Greenspace, young kickball
Flashback, I am no fan
Help, I can fight this disorder
Trauma, taking over the border
I will work through re-enactment
Mind healthy outside battlement
Thoughts to discover a safe place
Dwell no more, on dessert space
Alison Little
