Stirring

 

Four walls get closer to my center mocking claustrophobic happenings.

Eyes searching for the escape from silence,
Mind playing tricks on the peace.

Post traumatic actors replaying sentiments better left to burn between the collapsing walls around my sanity.

Trauma fanes the joke in social settings, demons playing dress-up disguising the mess in laced laughter and lack of caution.

Chasing sleep with whiskey warding off the dreams of little things that still haunt me.

Pacing the floors in my heels, beating the past off of my skin with bobbed wired lines.

Beating my fists against my thoughts, stirring in solitude, surrounded by ghosts.