A moment: Traumatized
Black, brown, blue, and red,
I lye beaten and almost dead.
Again my blood has been bled,
traumatized, relived in my head.
I still can't see the before that sight,
can't remember what happened on that night.
For my life, a strong exhaustive fight,
and now blinded to a thoughts telling light.
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Author:
Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 21st, 2025 08:30
- Comment from author about the poem: Those moments that out of the blue stop you in your tracks. You feel you can't stop the thoughts and nothing new is remembered.
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Comments2
Memory affected by post traumatic stress and possible amnesia. Sad and dark.
Great write
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