(Copyright Gordon Kuhn 2012 all rights reservedand included in Rabbit in a Box which can be found on Kindle, Amazon, & Barnes and Noble.)
It is Chicago outside,
At my nephews basement apartment.
Ah, sweet Old Windy.
I grew up here.
I am afraid.
God, so afraid,
So terribly afraid.
Why do I fear?
What do I fear?
I know this place.
I hear the sound of traffic,
Moving along paved arteries.
Asphalt for blood beneath a million spinning wheels.
Brick humming under tires rolling down side streets
The swiiish, swiish of car passing parked car,
Not far from where I sit
God, I grew up here!
Yet now I’m a visitor from some strange planet
Where stalking others is the game of the day
And returned I somehow lost my way.
Yet, I fear.
And, yet I fear.
I fear and wish to run from this place.
To take my car and run,
To reach its interior where quiet waits,
There, where safety lay.
Behind a locked door and safety glass.
The only place I feel secure!
Warm and safe within——.
God help me, and run I must!
Run as fast as I can,
And run I do,
Until I can breathe fresh, clean country air.
And there stop and step from my safety
On a road where no cars pass
And then stroked by pain, birthing sadness, bleeding fear,
I bend, and while gasping
****This is poem two regarding PTSD. Poem one was FRIGHTENED*****