Suffer the Night

*This is another somewhat dark poem. I share my truth on this site because it helps me cope to write it out in poetry. I’ll shift to lighter things after this. This is my truth currently as I am working through bouts of P.T.S.D. God bless you. Suffer the Night By: Meghan C. Hutchings One teardrop falls heavily, my optic release A nightly reminder of my loss of peace… I write down these words to offer me hope Support from kind hearts and freedom to cope… ‘Twas not long ago, I shadowed a queen Décor adorned walls, a sight to be seen… A dream place to rent, a job from my room A view from the top, no omens of doom… Gradually, oxygen bled out and I cried My asthma flared badly, gasping…I tried… Cloudy, my home filled with second-hand pot The origin unknown, I yelled out a lot… I slept on my balcony, a queen nevermore I begged the office, police, no one cared to explore… To tell on another, to the weak is a crime No names did I give; I’d still serve my time… Banging on walls, picking my door lock, I heard Frozen in terror, more threats came in words… Chunks thrown at my windows, three stories high Grateful my screen saved a hit in the eye… I knew at that point I had to get out I shuddered at nothing; the wind made me shout… Noises and banging, voices all night Smoke and my doorknob heightened my fright… After I moved, I thought I’d find peace Honestly, though, my fears didn’t cease… To this very date, when darkness paints light I tremble, hear voices, then suffer the night…