A poem to Ricochet's Real Life X wife

Are you getting any better

Do you miss me in your bed

 

Is it getting any easier

The demons in your head

 

Back in the real world

From war torn lands

 

Full of animal hatred

With blood on my hands

 

Something in my eyes

that wasn't there before

 

Deep set and sinister

Violent to it's core

 

You said you didn't know me

I wasn't human anymore

 

You said times couldn't be

the way they were before

 

At least you waited for me

Didn't send me a dear john

 

At least we tried to make it

But baby now it's all gone

 

Oh baby there are times

I want to curl up and die

 

I wanted you forever

Always by my side

 

I miss you so much baby

I don't know what to do

 

The Marine corps made me

It was the only world I knew

 

I'd never been a civilian

but I left it all for you

 

I felt you slipping away

It's what I had to do

 

I thought if I were home

Everything would be OK

 

But that witch in your head

Had to have things her way

 

That Conniving evil b***h

That made you binge and purge

 

Workout three hours a day

and kept you on the verge

 

There was evil in your head

and it turned itself on you

 

Then I came home a killer

Scarred by what I knew

 

What I knew I would do

Just following an order

 

No one was safe anymore

Everyone blew their cover

 

The Carnage I unleashed

Deadly on an M-4

 

I don't know what to make

of those memories anymore

 

All the violent things I did

My Karma's been destroyed

 

Satan's waiting for me

When I'm hell deployed

 

Now with all this Idle time

I have to spend on Earth

 

Without my Angel baby

Tell me what that's worth

 

Aimlessly wandering

A road to aching nowhere

 

Time is slipping from me

I just don't f*****g care

 

I'm nothing but a Shadow

A mal adjusted outcast

 

Nothing but a ghost

Haunting a long lost past

 

 

 

Reviews

[Tai Ryens]

I really don't know what to say of this; from the melancholy achieved from a long-lost past to the silent weeping of a lovelonged lover, everything from start to finish was flawless. More so that I am flabbergasted to my own reaction of this. Astounding, is all I can say.

[Baby Ricochet]

thanx

[Heather]

The poem is painful, I can see it. feel it. Writing from the heart is always a good thing. I hope she some day realizes what a really spectacular man she missed out on, and you find your happiness in a woman who values you, for who you are completely. ....healing takes time and this is good solid healing.

[Baby Ricochet]

thanx

[Kaylor Mason]

This strikes realy close to home for me.
Going to war is like going to an insane asylum that's run by the inmates, or maybe like prison--once there and committed, you spend all your time thinking and planning who you'll see when you get out. You see their faces in your mind, and you dream. You fantasize, praying to live long enough to reach the Paradise: Going Home. But then you come home, and everyone you knew has a different face. Your parents, your lovers, your children, your friends . . . no one can look at you the same way again. Because when they look at you, they just KNOW. The old people you knew are all gone. You feel like you could kill someone just to bring the old world back. What makes it worse is that they know this, and so do you--and you know that they know, and vice versa . . . and no one can do a damn thing about it! Even God doesn't change this, for some reason. I went through stuff like this too--regardless of what anyone says, it doesn't get easier. At all.
It just makes me throw my head back and scream FUUU------ !!!!!!!

[Baby Ricochet]

thanx

[That_Girl]

Painful to read. I can relate in ways I didn't think possible. Your love for her, even now, is striking. I'm sure she was an amazing woman to have earned your love and support. I'm so sorry it didn't work out. Beautiful poem.

[Baby Ricochet]

Thanx

[Samuel Dickens]

This is pretty tough stuff. War is hell in so many ways, not the least of which is what it does to relationships. One of the saddest jobs I ever had was escorting a guy I'd worked with to the brig at Treasure Island. His disentigrated marriage was too much, so he flipped out and deserted. They caught him.
As a veteran of two divorces, I can put myself in your shoes. You know what? Those ghosts of which you speak may still come around 30 or 40 years later.

[Baby Ricochet]

I saw a few guys get dear Johns. I thought it was cruel. We were stressed and home sick enough as it was.

[Samuel Dickens]

I know. Another guy I knew got flown off the ship in a straight jacket after getting one. You need that something to go home for, that something good awaiting when the s**t is over.