That Thousand Yard Stare!

Editor's Note: We are posting the works of some of our original members. This poem was written by Joe Fabel, one of the first dozen MWSA members and a book reviewer in the years 2004 and 2005. Enjoy!

It is a look which doesn't find closure;

Rather its being exists burned into the mind.

Deeply etched in one’s hurting heart

And suffering soul are terrible images.

Incessant bursting shells, screaming bullets,

Unrewarding searching for saving shelter.

During those awful moments the world went mad!

All around me men and equipment destroyed!

Buddies screamed loudly and beseechingly,

Pleading for an end to the unending attack.

Don't pry! I don't have an answer for you.

How can I explain when I don't understand.

Am I welcomed home with understanding,

Or do you choose to avoid me and my stare?

by Joe Fabel

© December 2005