PTSD

Scars and marks adorn the skin of women and men, so many are broken, quieted & silenced raped by violence unspoken, cradled by pains and stains so trauma remains, our energy depletes and drains, unreleased as it grows traction and gains, left over bad memories and mind games trapped in fear, no one ever listens will anyone hear, dissollusioned by life's foot prints of tragic anvils, loneliness leads too an open jail, unacknowledged damage continues to dictate explosions & high pitched screams of vacancy abandonment & emptiness, you digress into a place of bonded bitterness and slightly confess & surrender to unwanted bruises by default of familiar territory, detach from all of life's pain and create a new story Rate this poem:(4.00 / 2 votes)