The Trauma Hours

Inspired by desperate bout of depression and anxiety of someone achingly dear to me.

Sleep torments me

in these trauma hours

of self-loathing

deep in the night

when the mind won’t be silent.

Madness whispers

of an end to all

and my heart wails

a siren’s song.

Whispers call seductively.

The blackness fades.

Night segues to dawn.

As my eyes dry,

daylight seeps in.

Crossing the horizon blue,

light and birdsong

take me one step

back from sorrow, 

from the self-hate

of those darkest trauma hours

Reviews

[Caitlin]

I love the line “madness whispers”

[MomzillaNC]

Thank you 👍🏻

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

You've inspired a poem I call "A Silent Warning"

[MomzillaNC]

A great expression of that delusion pretended for others. But, when night comes again (i.e.: the stress crushes), the depression and anxiety hold center stage.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

"The sun will rise however dark the night." and "Every storm runs out of rain. are two yrics that come to mind when reading this poem about hope.

[MomzillaNC]

Thanks so much, Dale.