PTSD (2)

It burns, throbs, aches and screams

I can’t shut it out, all those memories

But they can’t be real, they’re just dreams

They remain deep, worse than unsolved mysteries

The darkness never stops flashing

I try to shut down my mind

In a car, skidding, quaking and crashing

Alone, on the streets, left behind

STOP, I yell, LEAVE ME ALONE

I beg for someone to stop my insanity

The therapist before me replies in a sweet tone

“I hear you, I’m here if you need me.”

I’m being chased by my very sin

Red eyes, bristled fur, growling

A snake slithers up my skin

Dangers lurking, prowling

Sleepless nights, crying, trauma

I see death as pain starts to enthral

Aliens hunting me, unknown fauna

I can’t stop this, can’t stop it at all