What is even the point 

If my own body keeps betraying me


Muscles seeze up 

While memories flash in front of my eyes 

Opening a stormgate of sensations 

That drown me on dry land. 


I can't breathe. 


As the flood washes over me 

I'm pulled back into an experience 

That never should have happened. 

  • Author: Dreamer (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 17th, 2023 16:47
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 6


  • L. B. Mek

    hopefully this too
    will someday, be just a memory..
    'stay' strong! fight the good fight
    thanks for sharing

  • BlessedbyGod

    You will get there dreamer, you will get to the place where you will feel free

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