Tag Archives: PTSD

They’re Killing Her

They’re screaming again. He and her on the verge of trading blows; Standing on the razor edged mouth Of a volcano Bubbling, Boiling, Begging to erupt. She drowns helplessly in a sea of blankets Weeping rivers and ghosts, Wanting more … Continue reading

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It’s Raining Outside

It’s raining outside. He stares out the window counting each drop. The splash, Is how he marks the passage of time. In his head, The ghosts are arguing again. Shouting matches over which image To display prominently, Proudly, Across his … Continue reading

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Stepping Back

It’s strange How many steps you took To look the same. The same hate, The same ghosts, In that strange place, In that headspace, Somewhere In that Attic You call a brain. But look at me. Who am I talking … Continue reading

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Animals They’d Become

  I was formed In a cradle of their expectations. Shamed to the foot Of their cross. Made to drink to the brine Every ounce of pain Filling up their cup. But experience… Experience Shattered every iron shackle; Cut loose … Continue reading

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Passage Home

Pardon this break down. I haven’t gotten it quite right. I’m still adjusting the nuts and bolts. It’s been a hell of a project; A painful process. I don’t know why I feel this way. Or why I wake up … Continue reading

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The Point of Honesty: A Poem

Author’s Note: This poem is a bit of a divergence. More autobiographical than made up horror. I have been silent over the last few weeks due to an overwhelming depression and numbness. I am trying to break free of that … Continue reading

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For the Emperor: A Brief Time Out

A little about myself: I struggle with depression, anxiety, and PTSD. It isn’t glamorous, fun, exciting, or romantic. Quite the opposite. It negatively impacts my life. Every day is a battle to maintain motivation, stable relationships, etc. Writing, whether poetry … Continue reading

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