Poem By Michael Fischer
Aftershocks of mental anguish
submerge you into submission.
Turn yourself in as the culprit,
without your friends’ admonitions.
You wish you had the moment back
when faced with his proposition.
You wish your mind wasn’t impaired
when in his physical prison.
His reign of terror is the cause
of untreated combat fatigue.
You counter it with repression,
but despite efforts, you still bleed!