Echoes

Written in the wee hours of the night describing what flashbacks and the thoughts of ptsd are like for me. Equinox, Oct. 28, 2014.

Endless cycle of needless thoughts

Delaying the pain just for a bit longer

Stumbling in the dark echoes of my mind

I always thought this would get better

In the soulness darkness I stir

I feel like I’m frozen inside

Is my body real or am I the lie?

Fearless plight of the ghosts screaming

Deny it all I want it won’t go away

Mumbling in my cellar door to myself

I never knew that this could be like this

In the emptiness I am stirring still

I feel like I’m an echo in the night

Is my eyes seeing or am I the blind one?

Powerless swirl of the threads inside

Gasping for breath I got to make it

Crying in the dead of the night to silence

I ever minded that the pale of light is close

In the lovelessness of this house I gasp

I feel like I must chose but still lose in the end

Is my heart going to make it or am I going to die?