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DARYL HORTON
Anxiety attack On the front lines of stress Saw too many friends killed in this war Escaping physical harm, I fell victim to the mental Suffering choked the life out of me Fear whispered words that pierced brain tissue Impregnating that part of my mind which Barked orders to the rest of me I lay petrified in medical labyrinths, in Halls of combat stress and relief Too sick to move Hands had to rip a hole in the side of my abdomen Where large and small intestines meet Placed a colostomy bag over it So they could catch fear as it exited my body. Daryl Horton is a Marine, poet, boxer from South Carolina. Currently searching life and documenting experiences. Stay tuned for more. |
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