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Sobbing from down the hall
Everyone feels unsafe
Yelling and anger in faces unseen
Restrained violence set free

Slamming doors, crashing lamps
Flinches and anxiety
Papers being ripped by invisible hands
Conversation and laughter
Forces out of bleeding throats
Swearing and ******
Held back fists fly loose

Overlapping shadows emerge
From itching cuts and scars
Broken glasses shattered everywhere
Whispering of rubber bands
Bruising slender wrists

Sudden silence, a gut wrenching scream
Heavy footfalls creating earthquakes
Fear wrought eyes bleeding tears
Saying a last goodbye
As the gunshot fades
Bringing silence once again
Forever to be heard.
Oh look my second poem during treatment.  I feel like there's going to be a lot of these.
The smoke fills the air all around,
Soldier's voices become strangled sounds.

They drop dead quickly all about the field,
All their emotions and fears are concealed.

To die for their country would make their families proud,
No one knew that the silent screams of the dead could be so LOUD!

The smells of the fallen are so strong,
It will be forever in survivor's minds life-long.

The stories and the sadness fill their hearts,
No one could tell that on the inside they were falling apart.

Some died in the ****** cracks that smelt,
Never to be heard of again in the deathly trenches of Hell.
This is a project I had based on the Horrors of WW1.
 Oct 2013 Josh C DeWees
AJ Claus
Tick tick tick tick tick
Clock endlessly ticking, clicking in my ear,
On and on, will it ever stop?

Tick tick tick tick tick
Seconds pass, slow, barely moving,
Louder and louder, practically screaming now.

Tick tick tick tick tick
Rolling over, flipping pillows, kicking covers,
Nothing, not a thing, is working.

Tick tick tick tick tick
Eyes squeeze shut, then open, drooping,
Won't stay closed, won't let me disappear into darkness.

Tick tick tick tick tick
How long has it been?
Hands moving on the clock, going...backwards?

Tick tick tick tick tick
My dreamland awaits,
Yet all I can do is daydream about those far off dreams I want to dream.

Tick tick tick tick tick
My mind is my prison,
My cruel captor, my mortal enemy,  my unending undoing.

Tick tick tick tick tick
I must be going mad, utterly mad,
Stuck with this insomnia inside my blanketed asylum.

Tick tick tick tick tick
Hoping my tears will bring exhaustion,
But I'm just left in an ocean of hopelessness.

Tick tick tick tick tick
Staring at the inhuman neon numbers
That have come to rule my night, my life.

Tick tick tick tick tick
I try anything, no matter how cliché.
But not even counting coats of snowy wool can help me now.

Tick tick tick tick tick
Please lift me from this retched curse.
I'd take 100 years of sleep over no time at all.

Tick tick tick tick tick
Why won't my thoughts stop? Please!
Leave me be, leave me alone, let me sleep!

Tick tick tick tick tick
Yet they still run on, never-ending,
As the clock tick ticks away to the beat of my heart.

Tick tick tick tick tick
Ba bump, ba bump, ba bump, ba bump, ba bump,
Clock and heart in time together, intertwined as one.

Tick     tick        tick           tick              tick
As my heart slows, coming to a final stop.
I am grateful, and the clock fades off once and for all.

Insomnia gone,
I can sleep at last,
And I'm drawn into another world
Where my dreams become reality
And sheep frolick through fields
Along with me for all eternity.

Tick

Tick


Tick



Tick




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Stop.
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