Poem -

Puzzle Palace

PTSD

Puzzle Palace

Every night
the moon 
Steals
My sun
Making it
A never ending 
Struggle
To get my light
Back

Life awake
Is not
So
Hard

It is when
The eyes
Shut
Where
Turmoil
Reigns
Providing 
no mercy

No mercy

No mercy

crawling 
Underneath
Barbed wire

Turning into
The reaper
To my adversaries

Looter
to
the 
innocent

Plays
Like a " horror inspired
Soundtrack"

when the last sheep
Has been  counted

And there is no else
Where
To go
But to
Submit 
To
Slumber

I hear
The cursed
Words

No mercy
No mercy

Cognitive
Therapy 
ok

Whispers 
Of being
Medicated
Never!

" The Company"
Took control
Before

They
Are the demons
Known
As interrogators 
To
sleep

Inventors
To
Water boarding 
authors 
To suggested
Speech

I will walk
The subconscious 

Unrepresented

A no man 
Land
Where 
The puzzle palace
Continues to listen
And 
Speak

Uttering

No Mercy 
NO MERCY

 

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Being Me

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

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The fish of the sea

Dark and sinister poem. It's not my place to say All I hope you find peace. Best wishes. TFOTS 

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