TRAUMA'S WRECKING BALL
TRAUMA IS A WRECKING BALL
Do not forgive them evermore,
they know just what they do.
Tis the aftermath of their wrath
of which they have no clue.
They take a piece of innocence,
a shovel and some lime,
bury it deep, beyond the reach,
fermenting in the mind.
Hidden trip wires everywhere,
covertly Intertwined.
Schrödinger's ticking time bomb,
the trauma left behind.
Do not flinch from experience,
beatings familiar ground.
A wrecking ball of insanity,
left crumbled on the ground.
Picking up the broken pieces,
holding them together.
Owning my ground in normal town
takes strength beyond all measure.
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