by Joe Williams Jr.

Created on: July 25, 2011

I grab the knob,

the door is locked,

my knife is unsheathed,

but his gun is cocked,

I fumble with the key hole,

but with no luck,

I just sit in the chair,

it seems I am stuck,

but what was that,

I heard a sound,

I peek under the door,

with my face on the ground,

the footsteps get close,

it seems my time is here,

I hide behind the chair,

and I am filled with fear,

I hear the lock click,

and I am filled with rage,

I feel its now or never,

and I am ready to engage,

the door creaks open,

and I dive on the man,

I slam my knife in his chest,

to find there is nothing in my hand,

then I see his face,

hes not a vietcong at all,

his skin is white,

and he is much to tall,

"doctor!" he yells,

hes having an episode again,

and the doctor sticks me with a needle,

"calm down, you are alright my friend"

as my vision starts to fade,

it all comes back to me,

I am in the psych ward

being treated for my PTSD.

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