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Free Bird
Poems
Feb 2016
PTSD
In these moonlit hours
I lay here, my thoughts racing
Sometimes it's hard to handle
The realities that I'm facing
My mind is over-tired
Yet my thoughts keep me awake
It's just the way I'm wired
It feels as if there's no escape
Flashbacks hit me like a flash flood
I'm drowning in the memories
My wounds have opened, there is blood
Pouring from my arteries
As the crimson river runs
It feels do or die, this battle
The journey's never any fun
When you're up a creek without a paddle
I see everything so vividly
The visions that dance before my eyes
I'm overcome with melancholy
As I whimper out soft cries
Then just as quickly as it came
The feeling is gone, I'm no longer numb
My body's shaking dissipates
As I brace myself for when the next wave comes
#ptsd
#flashbacks
#neverending
#innerbattle
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Free Bird
28/Buffalo, New York
(28/Buffalo, New York)
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