Post Traumatic Thoughts

Sitting still in my thoughts, reliving the tears, stroking the pain fighting the fears, being chased by monsters that chased me for years.  Corners and blocks, loud smoke, and the drinking of beers, the spilling of drinks for those that's no longer here.  The screaming and shouting, the plucking of tops.  The wailing of sirens, and you getting shot, the fiery anger,the Traumatic shock.,The cold feeling of jail cells, dreading the locks, the growing on the inside, life shedding the flock. The selling of dreams, some dreams are smoked by metal, some smoked by rocks, everyone is crying, instead of those who are  making the Glocks. Prison industrial system, Are building more walls, the streets teeming with stock. Miseducated tricked by the things you been taught. How traumatic the scene, The terror of thoughts., My open wounds conversing among themselves, sharing tales of the battle they fought. Traumatic thoughts dancing and playing right before my eyes, And I am sitting here staring at all I survived.