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Traumatics (Poem)

Spare me the traumatics
Just give me some peace of mind

Nightmares kreep in like overdose
Good days are lost in time

I try to find some comfort
A silver lining for my dread

But the only line I come by
is full of Monkey Headz

From the moment I awake
Tears I can’t escape
The fight that can’t be won
Hurt can’t be undone

I take a little moment
To try to clear my mind
But this house is full of demons
And my heart is full of grime

Filed Under: Poetry Tagged With: Insanity, PTSD

Look at all the birds
Every shape, color, size

Scratching at the surface
Pecking at the lies

Adorning the walls with excrement
Every day is a holiday

Every day is the same old story
The plot thickens
But none will sway

Where have all the flowers gone?
Where are all the vines?

Where are all the pretty birds?
Where are all the signs?