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Show Me the Way….

Posted in My Poetry on June 30, 2013 by vic

Two decades ago

As a Soldier I’ve been

To a place called Bosnia

I witnessed things there that were obscene

I go to that place in my mind every day

Hoping the memories will soon go away

I’ve been many times since

To face my fears

Knowing one day I will stand

Once more with pride

In Sarajevo, moj grad

and the ghosts of my past will one day subside

Twenty years now since this July

The 11th it started

When those from Srebrenica

From their loved ones were parted

In the few days that followed

There took place a slaughter

That left one I loved

A Fatherless Daughter

For two decades now

I have followed God’s path

My memories and pain I know cannot last

Many times Lord now to you I have prayed

So once more I ask you


“Show Me the Way”

My inner strength now I must find

To take control of my wandering mind.

VF©Vic Ferguson 30.06.2013

for Charlotte, Sophie & Beauford.

Posted in My Poetry on May 19, 2013 by vic

A Father’s Guilt

Today I write the reasons why,

these past twenty years I’ve lived a lie.

When I was as a soldier a “hero” you saw,

but I bore witness to killings galore.

I chose not to tell you,

and to hide my pain.

I thought if I smiled,

my strength might regain.

But no,

each day these past twenty years.

I lived with my nightmares,

My inner most fears.

I guess everyone knows the Vic in the papers,

of the he kids he once saved

and his Olympic capers.

But no one has heard of the atrocity & slaughter

where so many were raped,

both Mothers and Daughters.

Where so many children by snipers were slaughtered.

It was ’95 in Sarajevo the place,

when I lost faith in my God

and the whole human race.

So each day when I pray,

“Lord… make them understand”,

why I went crazy in that far away land.

The doctors and phsyco cannot understand,

why I still dream of the far away land.

I remember daily the horrors above,

but I never forgot my Fatherly love.

Even as my nightmares grow stronger,

I still believe this illness I’ll conquer.

When I have beat it, as I hope I can do,

One day your Father will be back home with you.

The Dad you now know is not me you see,

Your true Father suffers from ptsd.

Copyright:  VF © Vic Ferguson