Nuclear Winter
Images burned into my head too unbearable to manage
and control to lead a normal life
without consequence.
Life maintained through pills and counseling
with guidance on this long and unkind path of my existence.
These thoughts to intrusive and invade the
mind without warning causing a battle within like the axis to the allies of
Europe’s great war.
Happiness to sad with smiles so false, the eyes,
the only passage to truth found deep within the catacombs of the soul are sought.
Memories established in these catacombs clutching my soul bearing down upon
me leaving me breathless with the will to live out of reach of embracing.
An ongoing battle, day to day, incompliant within my mind is this unseen enemy
that is the silent killer of millions.
This assassin overwhelmed and crushed the innocent victims damned to spend
eternity in their own mental nuclear winter.
My personal hell.
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