Be still
My PTSD Heart.
+++++++++++++
Well,
Be
Still My P.T.S.D.
Heart.
(Will it ever
Beat
Normally?)
I've Cast
Youth's
Phantoms'
Into The Dark..
stored in Boxes
of
Pain.
( My
Souls'
been Hoarding.)
*
&
who's
Memories
should
I
Trust?
(Mine or
*Their's)
My
"Blade of Truth*
is
Spotted With
Rust.
(Dark
Laughter Answers
All
My Prayers.)
*
Yes,
Be still
My
P.T.S.D. Heart.
Or
Silence Now
Life's
Beating
Drum!
For
I
Cannot Face
The
Newborn Day!
(Or The Restless
Phantom
I've Become.)
J.Stephen.H
