PTSD

With no dramas 

disasters, or deaths

to absorb the attention 

of an eternally bored brain,

I feel discomfort from this pause…

 

When everything's burned in tragic horror,

become sick and died– 

I’m left benumbed by human contact,

avoidant of communal connection.

 

I hear their words; feel their touch,

but years of distress cements me

in an aura augmented with 

severe agitated and unrelatability,

destroying every last interaction.