Post by waterpoor on Jul 29, 2011 23:53:42 GMT -5
PTSD
Walls stare and
circled eyes
stare back
a thousand yards
through
thick molasses days
and broken nights
Storms rage
and taunt
‘til withered anger
dies on broken stones
bleeding
without
sound
New days
fall on shards
of yesterdays
shattered masks
and shattered walls
that
only worked
a little while
Staring back
into days before
and days after
seeing only
circled eyes
Walls stare and
circled eyes
stare back
a thousand yards
through
thick molasses days
and broken nights
Storms rage
and taunt
‘til withered anger
dies on broken stones
bleeding
without
sound
New days
fall on shards
of yesterdays
shattered masks
and shattered walls
that
only worked
a little while
Staring back
into days before
and days after
seeing only
circled eyes
