PTSD

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 Piano treads secret doors,
unlike stubborn antique drawals,
once we open which was closed,
disrupts dust & cobwebs composed.
I don't need a harpoon sinking in
when my heart and liver's a rage
of alcohol and feel good haze
better than a chill with blankets,
Another day of no motivation.
Lost in a time I had sleeping in
and would never leave for 3 days,
the guilt of a burden of sins
not just my own but inflicted rage
My dreams were lesser than nightmares
so I got lost in all the adventures
like the hopping of a delightful hare.....

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Tom Woody

Date: 8/18/2025 5:23:00 AM

I have a relative who suffers. Twelve years of prison life keep haunting him, though he tries his best to have some good days. Wishing you peace and rest Ryan

Sara Etgen-Baker

Date: 8/17/2025 4:57:00 PM

I feel sadness and compassion as I got caught up in the cycle. The last two lines spoke to me...they remind me a bit of my hubby. Well done, sir