In the Dismal Silence

In the dismal silence In the dismal silence I sit in my dark quagmire looking for a ray of light to guide my way to contentment. Many times I have seen it but have hidden my face for I fear that the brightness would only bring more pain. It is in this inferno that Robbins cry, Ravens laugh and the storms of life throws its fury my face. Here I see the red evil eyes of the hounds of contentment as they pierce my soul and shatter my serenity. These confines that I live were created by oozing memories in my mind and it's residue that it leaves is the poison called PTSD.