Poem: Operation Enduring Home

Operation Enduring Home

Its at the tip of these fingers

 On top of my skin

Coming out of my pores

Did I grab the trash bin?

Was it for inside or out? 

Which way is up or down?

Im losing control.

I was under control!

Wheres the remote ?

Its next to my wallet.

What is a pocket?

I'll try to call it.....

I hear with my eyes!

I'm fucking losing my mind! 

STOP! 

Calm down! 

Youre only standing in a line….

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Is somebody here?

Was somebody there?

It looks like the door,

 Its .... usually More... or....

Do I always leave it half open?

 Im just a worry 

its probably nothing

But what if its sonething? 

Did he already leave?

Is she here cause shes mean ? 

I'll always protect, 

My house I'll defend

Full confidence with my knife;

They're there, this way they come!

Tighten my grip, once again with my knife! 

OH FUCK! Of course! why wouldn't it be my        wife?

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Now at peace with My thoughts

Im finally ok.

I made it back home

Where my insanitys at bay 

My family understands me

- And we've fought so hard 

And Been through too much

But I can never be Trevy, 

he can never back 

To the flat plain,

 that fucked foreign land 

So glad to be gone 

away from the stress

No longer counting the days 

till lifes not a mess 

I know I am missed and

Their love keeps me blessed 

As we sleep on this floor

The four walls, in a barn

I'm back home in the war

By my side, in my heart

My Brothers in Arms.

Author: Trevor Hakes,

OEF '11-12, '14-15

Never Forgotten

"Till VALHALLA"