REQUIEM - PTSD I
The letter is my pain-filled heart and soul Still quick, wrapped in yellow-ruled-paper.
I'm gutted, empty, bleeding.
Laid bare--exposed to the glare Cold, ugly, dead?
It don't mean nuthin'...you said.
INTRUSIVE THOUGHTS - PTSD II
You have not left my thoughts
Since I saw the sunlight in your hair
Yesterday afternoon in the courtyard
I don't want to feel!
I wish to forget
As you have forgotten me
I seek protection from intrusive thoughts
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