Popular Poems About PTSD

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deadlines all around me    
     
deadlines all around me    
feral pit bulls of the runaway    
psyche off the leash    
     
way out here    
in the country    
of the lost among us    
     
here where the kkk    
resurrected in the 30s    
and jesus hit the road      
     
here where the wild dogs    
roam with intentions unclear    
but problematic      
     
the watchful eye    
scans for the nearest tree    
an 80 yr old could     ...

lingering in the shadows is who I really am
but that shifts so much I am uncertain
I'll be going to counseling soon
I'm worried I will give a variable of personalities
That hint at me but don't touch

it hurts too much to be touched
my soul doesn't like it
people reaching for you
only to manhandle you
roll their eyes or sigh

I'm not much for talking
my dream of heaven is solitude
where I can dream and create
and only have guests that are invited

flowers and a cottage
no need for a mansion in the clouds...

Gone into the distant thoughts of others
when I am no more than a memory.  
 
Vanished into the clay of the earth,
gone I'll be into that distant memory.  
 
When my voice dies with me,
gone I'll be as words in a sob story.  
 
Gone into the imagination of others
where they recall only the best of me.  
 
Vanished to into the nothingness,
gone I'll be into that memory.  
 
When my hand dies with me,
gone I'll be from the pen for eternity.