PTSD

a poem by Myrna Martin, USA

I woke up from my nightmare...
Sweat upon my brow...
My heartbeat pounding...
My pulse knocking loud...
The shaking will not stop...
As the tears stream down...
The paranoia sets in...
My sanity fading...
Who's at the door?
Who might break in now??
Who's behind that tree?
God, it's just too loud...
I jump at every bang...
I tremble with loud sounds..
Don't come up behind me...
I must be vigilant, I must be brave...
Have to stand my ground...
My nerves are shot completely...
Jesus, get me out of this crowd...
I start to break down...
My hands continue to shake...
I must be alone, I must get somewhere safe...
WHO can understand the war in my head?
Who can help me maintain? When the nightmares won't fade, and the pain begins again...


Dysfunctional
Pain...
don't tell

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