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.
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