MY PTSD

MY PTSD
My mind often struggle with its illusions
as my nightmares trumble out into the morning
the light is dense and heavy
a distant fog echoes....
And I am suddenly trapped.

.......

Day dreaming in the morning
my dreaming brings light to the new day
I get caught in between
mourning the morning echoes....
like a stillborn ghost
Who can't catch its breath into the present.