PTSD
Like rabbit in the headlight caught
I want to move, i know I ought
But quicksand stuck, I’m petrified
My body still, arms laid by side
Stretched out on mattress, naked, soaked
From sweat in which my body’s cloaked
My eyes beneath my eyelids twitch
I feel spell bound, as though bewitched
For no amount of effort made
Will stop the mighty fusillade
Of flitting...
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