Vietnam Veterans of America

A beast in your heart
with an itchy trigger finger.
Only takes the tiniest prompt.
Your brain erupts shrapnel.
Zero to 1,000 in a second.
No brake pedal to push.
Pass anger directly to rage.
No help ever arrives.
You are an ambush and
no one else suspects.
You attack because
you are an attack,
a bullet awaiting a back,
a booby trap awaiting a boot,
a knife awaiting a throat.
They won’t wait long.
Then the black mist rises.
The wrath evaporates.
It departs so suddenly.
You snap back to yourself.
You don’t know what happened.
And then you notice the carnage.
The damage you can never undo.
You fear the fear and
wonder when is next time.

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