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…
Copyright © Meghan Hutchings | Year Posted 2022
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