"Boom!"
pretty colors explode in the sky;
the dogs whimper,
the human cries
because of PTSD
but this time it's not mine.
"BoomCrackleSnapSnap"
it sounds like artificial thunder;
from the backyard none of the colors can be seen but you still hear it.
I stand here with tears on my face
thinking, remembering, and crying.
'I can't help them..'
'I can't save them..'
'I want them here..'
these thoughts fill my head like a storm, the pain and regret explode in my chest, emotional fireworks...
..are the worst kind.
(for me)
Jul 5, 2019
Jul 5, 2019 at 9:29 AM UTC
"Boom!"
pretty colors explode in the sky;
the dogs whimper,
the human cries
because of PTSD
but this time it's not mine.
"BoomCrackleSnapSnap"
it sounds like artificial thunder;
from the backyard none of the colors can be seen but you still hear it.
I stand here with tears on my face
thinking, remembering, and crying.
'I can't help them..'
'I can't save them..'
'I want them here..'
these thoughts fill my head like a storm, the pain and regret explode in my chest, emotional fireworks...
..are the worst kind.
(for me)
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