Puzzle Palace
PTSD

Every night
the moonÂ
Steals
My sun
Making it
A never endingÂ
Struggle
To get my light
Back
Life awake
Is not
So
Hard
It is when
The eyes
Shut
Where
Turmoil
Reigns
ProvidingÂ
no mercy
No mercy
No mercy
crawlingÂ
Underneath
Barbed wire
Turning into
The reaper
To my adversaries
Looter
to
theÂ
innocent
Plays
Like a " horror inspired
Soundtrack"
when the last sheep
Has been counted
And there is no else
Where
To go
But to
SubmitÂ
To
Slumber
I hear
The cursed
Words
No mercy
No mercy
Cognitive
TherapyÂ
ok
WhispersÂ
Of being
Medicated
Never!
" The Company"
Took control
Before
They
Are the demons
Known
As interrogatorsÂ
To
sleep
Inventors
To
Water boardingÂ
authorsÂ
To suggested
Speech
I will walk
The subconsciousÂ
Unrepresented
A no manÂ
Land
WhereÂ
The puzzle palace
Continues to listen
AndÂ
Speak
Uttering
No MercyÂ
NO MERCY
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Comments
Powerful write! enjoyed!....................Jim
Wow, Greg. I know you are a vet, so this PTSD must really be a nightmare for you. You've written in a way that clearly allows us to glimpse a piece of what it must feel like. Bless...and hugs x
Dark and sinister poem. It's not my place to say All I hope you find peace. Best wishes. TFOTSÂ