PTSD Poems
#PTSD
PTSD poems, poetry about post-traumatic stress disorder, an anxiety disorder caused by experiencing a distressing event, like combat, a natural disaster, a car accident or an assault. PTSD can cause a sufferer to relive the traumatic event through nightmares and flashbacks, and they may experience feelings of isolation and guilt. PTSD symptoms are often severe enough to have a significant impact on a person’s day-to-day life.
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the Feather
Softened and surrounded
bedsheets like a welcome
sorrow that brings me
to sleep
Slumber now, be gentle
nightmares flow
like currents
I'll drown if you
follow their lead
wake me in the blood light,
a moment when the Moon sighs
and watch the tremble
as Her daughter speaks
I'll lay to waste her temple,
words to soak in toluene
burning down the curtains
drawn to keep the monster
from my dreams
Im sorry, I can't hold it-
The wrath that's like a feather
torn from...
bedsheets like a welcome
sorrow that brings me
to sleep
Slumber now, be gentle
nightmares flow
like currents
I'll drown if you
follow their lead
wake me in the blood light,
a moment when the Moon sighs
and watch the tremble
as Her daughter speaks
I'll lay to waste her temple,
words to soak in toluene
burning down the curtains
drawn to keep the monster
from my dreams
Im sorry, I can't hold it-
The wrath that's like a feather
torn from...
#anger
#childhood
#MentalHealth
#PTSD
#nightmares
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Russian Roulette
#dark
#MentalHealth
#PTSD #GenderDysphoria
#PTSD #GenderDysphoria
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Lost
He's torn between choices, The path unclear.
Searching for Answers Lost in fear. Struggling to find his way through. Fighting the battles he never knew.....
Searching for Answers Lost in fear. Struggling to find his way through. Fighting the battles he never knew.....
#LifeStruggles
#PTSD
#emotional #vulnerability
#emotional #vulnerability
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go back to sleep...
when the nightmares fade
and the fog of time settles in
like an old patchwork quilt
scraps of the past stitched together
in some haphazard kinda manner
blanketing history with a groggy me
muffling the internal screams
until I'm finally able to sleep
unsettled...twitchy...a little uneasy...
but desperate for a respite
a moment's unblemished peace
I lay tensed in a compact ball
occupying the least required space
waiting for sandman's call
listening to the erratic thud of my heart
and the unnaturally loud sound of my...
and the fog of time settles in
like an old patchwork quilt
scraps of the past stitched together
in some haphazard kinda manner
blanketing history with a groggy me
muffling the internal screams
until I'm finally able to sleep
unsettled...twitchy...a little uneasy...
but desperate for a respite
a moment's unblemished peace
I lay tensed in a compact ball
occupying the least required space
waiting for sandman's call
listening to the erratic thud of my heart
and the unnaturally loud sound of my...
#confessional
#insomnia
#PTSD #nightmares
#PTSD #nightmares
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I wish to own nothing
Flash
What I have
I could lose all I hold in my hands
The ones that for I stand
The earth crumble under me to sand
I see meaning behind all I shouldn't have
Eternal internal no man's land
Nothing I own the way the flashes can
What I have
I could lose all I hold in my hands
The ones that for I stand
The earth crumble under me to sand
I see meaning behind all I shouldn't have
Eternal internal no man's land
Nothing I own the way the flashes can
#shame
#memories
#PTSD #nightmares
#PTSD #nightmares
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Plot twist
Reaching for a hand
bumped a trigger instead
Watching the projectile enter between ribs
Standing frozen
in that familiar helpless distortion
Reality melting as ears buzz
with the roar of silent confusion
Feeling the slow explosion inside
fragments flying off in all directions
lodging in heart, brain, throat
Smearing memories, slicing futures
This was an unforeseen plot twist
But look!
That growing red stain is so pretty
I guess this is how the end begins
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bumped a trigger instead
Watching the projectile enter between ribs
Standing frozen
in that familiar helpless distortion
Reality melting as ears buzz
with the roar of silent confusion
Feeling the slow explosion inside
fragments flying off in all directions
lodging in heart, brain, throat
Smearing memories, slicing futures
This was an unforeseen plot twist
But look!
That growing red stain is so pretty
I guess this is how the end begins
.
#conflict
#PTSD
#apathy
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An End
I'm breaking bonds apart with my hands
Ripping this rot out from around my heart
Loving you was never a happy feeling
Wretched and unrequited... Only misery
I found myself trembling, shaking so hard
My phone fell from my fingers onto the bed
I've never blocked you before this moment
But then again you have never chosen me
Kissing me meant nothing to you... Never did
I'll never be anything more than an er
Patching up and putting together your heart
Only for you to leave and find someone better
But you will never find something...
Ripping this rot out from around my heart
Loving you was never a happy feeling
Wretched and unrequited... Only misery
I found myself trembling, shaking so hard
My phone fell from my fingers onto the bed
I've never blocked you before this moment
But then again you have never chosen me
Kissing me meant nothing to you... Never did
I'll never be anything more than an er
Patching up and putting together your heart
Only for you to leave and find someone better
But you will never find something...
#grief
#UnrequitedLove
#PTSD
#despair
#suffering
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I was a healer
They gave me a gun
Shoot to kill
No hesitate
These broken bones
seeping wounds
Sutures
Poultice
Tourniquet
The true healer
Discriminate not
Friend or foe
Seek refuge
Sanctuary
Unwanted guests
Shot in the head
Till then
I was a healer
Shoot to kill
No hesitate
These broken bones
seeping wounds
Sutures
Poultice
Tourniquet
The true healer
Discriminate not
Friend or foe
Seek refuge
Sanctuary
Unwanted guests
Shot in the head
Till then
I was a healer
#corruption
#war
#PTSD
#suffering
#rebellion
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Otherworldly
I don't need a house to be haunted,
these legions consume my mind.
For in all their midnight meetings,
I'm the one confined.
I walk this barren land,
an external ghost roaming free,
these walls don't speak of treason,
the only haunted here is me.
An assassin with a revolver
playing roulette at three a.m.,
they've got me in their sights.
I should startle if just pretend.
For myself, I am concealed.
Their weapons, firing synapses,
in attempt to hush these demons down,
my brain often relapses.
these legions consume my mind.
For in all their midnight meetings,
I'm the one confined.
I walk this barren land,
an external ghost roaming free,
these walls don't speak of treason,
the only haunted here is me.
An assassin with a revolver
playing roulette at three a.m.,
they've got me in their sights.
I should startle if just pretend.
For myself, I am concealed.
Their weapons, firing synapses,
in attempt to hush these demons down,
my brain often relapses.
#MentalHealth
#PTSD
#FeelingLost
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Tried to talk to you
In the porcelain twilight dark flambé
Shouted over all
Steered the conversation about you
You
Screamed
Raged
Shouted some more
Why?
Is there a point to all this
Another log on this here pyre
Embers pirouette
Circling
The subsiding tide
Later you asked
Are you OK
Just be repeating what's already been said
Retreated back to silent solitude
Shouted over all
Steered the conversation about you
You
Screamed
Raged
Shouted some more
Why?
Is there a point to all this
Another log on this here pyre
Embers pirouette
Circling
The subsiding tide
Later you asked
Are you OK
Just be repeating what's already been said
Retreated back to silent solitude
#anxiety
#PTSD
#hurt
#relationships
#PopCulture
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the silence is deafening when the echos fade away
1.
I dream in echoes
and memories
that never happened
I get lost in tangents
of what could be
I live trapped
in what ifs
and if onlys
Most days
I don't know
who I am
I only know
I want to be
more than this
2.
I'm the kind of person
that apologises to a pole
if I walk into it
I say sorry like a pray
like a curse
like a lament to Gods
who don't care
whether I'm sorry
or lying
only that I broke my day...
I dream in echoes
and memories
that never happened
I get lost in tangents
of what could be
I live trapped
in what ifs
and if onlys
Most days
I don't know
who I am
I only know
I want to be
more than this
2.
I'm the kind of person
that apologises to a pole
if I walk into it
I say sorry like a pray
like a curse
like a lament to Gods
who don't care
whether I'm sorry
or lying
only that I broke my day...
#depression
#MentalHealth
#PTSD
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No Limbo
I wish it didn't hurt this way
Wishing for it to not matter
Just feels as if I'm drowning
I come up for air at times
And it hurts worse to breathe
There's no limbo for this pain
No place to find to simply rest
Wishing for it to not matter
Just feels as if I'm drowning
I come up for air at times
And it hurts worse to breathe
There's no limbo for this pain
No place to find to simply rest
#sadness
#loneliness
#insomnia
#MentalHealth
#PTSD
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