Ptsd

The darkness in my life Hides buried in my soul. A smell or a sound brings it to life Never knowing how much strife it causes me. It steals my conscious thought and replaces it with a mist shrouded dream of the past. One that is not friendly nor my friend. It taunts and teases me with visions of events never laid to rest I have tried to make friends with them, but they remain a Spector elusive and unwilling I have considered the eyes of the dead and saw no peace there only fear So far away and yet so close is the torment. “They” say these things will pass but “they” don’t know the passages of my mind The dark dank closets of the shades that haunt me that dwell within me To look on the outside I seem fine, respectable maybe even peaceful But the inside is anything but. I have sought the counsel of others and received only platitudes Only in the throngs of my brothers and sisters can I find comfort And lay to rest this affliction.