PTSD

What in a million worlds is this fire that continues to burn while I thought the flame ignited a thousand years ago? The walls come up, and the walls go down without my heart hearing a single sound or seeing one sign that may say the right or wrong way.

What is in this air that I breathe that I am feeling once again that I am only skin and bone my soul is floating in and out of my body looking for an escape and having the rest of me feel alone especially my mind now has these racing thoughts waiting inside of the reality of a dream waiting to get caught

There is something haunting me and I no longer know what it is I just can not seem to point my finger at it and it makes me want to scream do i dare to try to live another day