P.T.S.D.

The words were always bold
Strong sentence in a riddle
Demeanor was the same
Big man and I was little
I learned to brush his rages off
Or penetrate his stare
I didn't want to be like that
His anger made me dare
In time as if a miracle
he had learned to love like me
Cause anger can be poisonous
Yet love will set you free
I saw him through the dark times
As he had done before
He used to be the healthy one
But now he'd been to war
His body ached profusely
I daily rubbed him down
Post traumatic stress syndrome
Perplexing thorny crown
I had to say good-bye one day
For drinking made him cruel
I didn't want to leave him yet in fear I acted cool
We saw each other daily
Kept on loving from afar
but I gave an ultimatum
So he died
And life is hard.