The Abyss
I’m thankful for this quiet time
contemplating my meager meal
maybe the last thing I’ll enjoy
before the wolves are at my door.
I own it all-yep every bit
I was in Viet Nam you see
I did the best I could back home
I gave my all for freedoms call.
Alas, I couldn’t buy a home
and all I’d ask is help with rent
the landlord feels real bad of course
but has his family to support.
I packed my things the best I could
the questions screaming in my head
I don’t know where I’m going to go
and there’s the knock upon my door.
© Rebecca Sanchez 2013
Shared with Poets United.
I’ve known many veterans in this situation. Breaks my heart.
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Me too, and it is very heartbreaking. Some of them don’t even have mental problems or anything. Not that any of them deserve it.
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it is quite tragic (ironic) if we tally the financial condition of armymen and politicians after retirement.
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I so hear you! Politicians never have financial woes unless they really mess up.
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I too remember Jean Reno in the movie “The Abyss”. Some countries do in fact support their returned servicemen, but clearly not enough.
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The United States should be ashamed in this case Old Egg. You know I forgot about the movie!
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this is heartbreaking…
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Yes it is. Thank you Sumana!
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The laments of many who put patriotism before self but later suffered in silence
Hank
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So true Hank.
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A terrible situation. And, I fear, all too common.
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I only picked Viet Nam because a lot of my friends went.
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Excellent picture, clearly written.
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Thank you so much ZQ!
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I feel that it would be so much better if we never needed the veterans…. alas the world seem to need them… then they should be taken care of.
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They do a job none of us would want to and it’s a shame we wage war on each other. Why can’t we all get along?
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I love the film Leon/the professional – I wonder if he is the knock on the door to be sacred of – or vice versa..he enjoyed his milk..his plant..when he welcomed in more perhaps the abyss was filled but the end came quicker
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The poem has nothing to do with the movie really, in fact, when naming the poem I forgot completely about the movie. I can so see how that could happen Jae.
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Yes, you made his plight ring true. The idea that veterans wind up homeless in our society is appalling. Thanks for making us think about this.
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Thank you Sherry, we do need to think about these things sometimes because they are a part of our existence.
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If we do one thing, it must be to help those who sacrificed everything for us….giving them jobs, help with health issues and a place to live.
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The ecomony being so bad has not helped for sure. I agree!
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Sad really, but I fear this is the plight of so many who have served.
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So true and it’s not fair. It’s also the plight of so many people period. Sad times, hot mess.
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I feel for this hopeless situation, the knock on the door sounds athe persona, he must open it and face his future. I wish him love, friendship, shelter and days and nights of faith
have a blessed Sunday
much love…
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Opening that door also seals his fate but the story is not over. For some reason your comment got put in spam this time, not sure why. Thanks, Gillena!
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