500 vacant boots lying, tagged, awaiting voyeurs of war
One name I know is there, Spc. John K. KLeinsmith, Jr, age 25
And I can’t face it
Unable to face myself, my ailment
I imagine paying respect as I did in Baghdad
Saluting the onyx bag, the gleaming of the planes lights
Refusing to tear
Coward that I am, I choose not to go, not to cry, not to dissolve my fear
Not to see more names I know
I hear of those that went
Of mothers and fathers who kiss and hug their children’s boots and clench those that are with
To smell them one more time to light memory
I bristle and breathe, fighting
Buckets of water splashed onto windows
Wipe tear and snot onto sleeve or tissue
Holding onto denial that is burning cancer into hope
and furthers immerseive video games
As long as it’s played, the thoughts are kept in reserve
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Ruben Paul Santos was an Iraq War veteran and poet who lost his battle with PTSD on October 16, 2009. On March 19th, 2012, the 9th anniversary of the Iraq War, Ruben’s mother Paula, with her husband Ruben present, shared their son’s poem Empty Boots at IVAWSF’s display of the “Eyes Wide Open” exhibit to highlight the ongoing problem of PTSD and veteran suicide. (Video of the day) Apologies for any mistakes made transcribing. RIP, Ruben. (via oaktownlive) |

