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.
Copyright © Richard Kelley | Year Posted 2018
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