Off I drove
The pills keeping the memories back,
feelings numbed, the caring, now I lack.
The memories are harder to contain,
these days I'm a burden and some pain.
Steady patterns of pills caging my thoughts,
while my mind cowers and slowly rots.
Driving around in a trance like pace,
I’ve become familiar with this place.
Memorized all the rivers and lakes,
one wrong move is all it takes.
One jerk of the wheel, to the right.
Down with the sinking lights.
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Author:
Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 4th, 2024 04:33
- Comment from author about the poem: This is a fragment to one of my stories. This is one before the poem “The waters’ view”.
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Comments3
A emotional poem, tenderly written, Thank you
Frightening thoughts that many have already had some time in their life. Although some find this disturbing, I think it is more normal than most people want to admit. A start look at one moment in life nicely written.
PTSD, mate. Do you feel you are working through it here OK?
I just know a lot of people with it, have lots of discussions with them and have been writing things trying to get them to do the same so they can understand their memories and at the same time putting my stories together. I have been told by some people that their Therapists do not suggest writing poems, so i show them a line by line and hopefully they give it a try. My PTSD stems from being targeted, stalked, sexualized, and attacked by a subordinate. I have lost the trust and have a hard time being near or alone with woman. These other PTSD poems I write does nothing for my issues. thanks for being concerned and maybe a replied too much. Oh well, have a great one anyways.
I have no advice to give. I think that would be wrong. So really the only thing left is to tell you to take very good care of yourself. I'll continue to read your stuff when I can.
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