I’m still trying to wash off things stuck to me like barbed wire.Dirty things clinging like iron bramblesto paper thin shreds of my pride.
He tells me life is hard being a man.
DC is Burnin’,
Fear is grippin’,
no smoke ㅤㅤㅤㅤ no blood ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤno danger they said they didn’t say ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤPTSD bomber pilot ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤdrills are done…
My dad, a rough tough customer
Could be funny
I was not raised in a religious wayI didn’t go to church, nor did I pray.
Oh yes …
Hello Mag, I would like to write for RP, here is one of my poems I have written. https://medium.com/@benedekpapp/rebel-c2075c8951d4
I hope it fits the guidelines.😁