Poems About PTSD Published by Members Recently Online
#PTSD
OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
8th Nov 2024 4:04am
8th Nov 2024 4:04am
ALMOST THERE (I)-(original draft) (East Flagship Hotel Pier Jetty, Galveston Island Texas; 1-29-1997)
i took a trolley
to the beach
walked out to the end of a jetty
gazed numbly out over
this vast gulf of mexico s
seemingly endless horizon
then silently thought to myself
almost there
to the beach
walked out to the end of a jetty
gazed numbly out over
this vast gulf of mexico s
seemingly endless horizon
then silently thought to myself
almost there
#cancer
#depression
#disability
#illness
#PTSD
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OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
8th Nov 2024 4:04am
8th Nov 2024 4:04am
ALMOST THERE (I)-(original draft) (East Flagship Hotel Pier Jetty, Galveston Island Texas; 1-29-1997)
i took a trolley
to the beach
walked out to the end of a jetty
gazed numbly out over
this vast gulf of mexico s
seemingly endless horizon
then silently thought to myself
almost there
to the beach
walked out to the end of a jetty
gazed numbly out over
this vast gulf of mexico s
seemingly endless horizon
then silently thought to myself
almost there
#cancer
#depression
#disability
#illness
#PTSD
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OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
8th Nov 2024 4:04am
8th Nov 2024 4:04am
ALMOST THERE (I)-(original draft) (East Flagship Hotel Pier Jetty, Galveston Island Texas; 1-29-1997)
i took a trolley
to the beach
walked out to the end of a jetty
gazed numbly out over
this vast gulf of mexico s
seemingly endless horizon
then silently thought to myself
almost there
to the beach
walked out to the end of a jetty
gazed numbly out over
this vast gulf of mexico s
seemingly endless horizon
then silently thought to myself
almost there
#cancer
#depression
#disability
#illness
#PTSD
81 reads
0 Comments
OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
8th Nov 2024 4:04am
8th Nov 2024 4:04am
ALMOST THERE (I)-(original draft) (East Flagship Hotel Pier Jetty, Galveston Island Texas; 1-29-1997)
i took a trolley
to the beach
walked out to the end of a jetty
gazed numbly out over
this vast gulf of mexico s
seemingly endless horizon
then silently thought to myself
almost there
to the beach
walked out to the end of a jetty
gazed numbly out over
this vast gulf of mexico s
seemingly endless horizon
then silently thought to myself
almost there
#cancer
#depression
#disability
#illness
#PTSD
81 reads
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OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
8th Nov 2024 4:04am
8th Nov 2024 4:04am
ALMOST THERE (I)-(original draft) (East Flagship Hotel Pier Jetty, Galveston Island Texas; 1-29-1997)
i took a trolley
to the beach
walked out to the end of a jetty
gazed numbly out over
this vast gulf of mexico s
seemingly endless horizon
then silently thought to myself
almost there
to the beach
walked out to the end of a jetty
gazed numbly out over
this vast gulf of mexico s
seemingly endless horizon
then silently thought to myself
almost there
#cancer
#depression
#disability
#illness
#PTSD
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brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
31st Dec 2023 2:16am
31st Dec 2023 2:16am
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
...
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
384 reads
15 Comments
brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
31st Dec 2023 2:16am
31st Dec 2023 2:16am
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
...
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
384 reads
15 Comments
brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
31st Dec 2023 2:16am
31st Dec 2023 2:16am
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
...
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
384 reads
15 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
8th Sep 2023 1:34pm
8th Sep 2023 1:34pm
the evil flower
you’ve still not found the thing in you
that’s so unloveable
but sometimes glimpse yourself
a product of the past
about whom your therapist said
“from the start
I knew there’d been abuse”
it sometimes feels like life
is just a fight against
what was put in your head
when you were 5 years old
the evil flower blossoming
between your ears
below your scalp
that if you feed it could remain
its own garden
until you’re 65
but grown in the bathroom at 5
as you hid
and...
that’s so unloveable
but sometimes glimpse yourself
a product of the past
about whom your therapist said
“from the start
I knew there’d been abuse”
it sometimes feels like life
is just a fight against
what was put in your head
when you were 5 years old
the evil flower blossoming
between your ears
below your scalp
that if you feed it could remain
its own garden
until you’re 65
but grown in the bathroom at 5
as you hid
and...
#childhood
#abuse
#memories #PTSD
#memories #PTSD
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Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
8th Sep 2023 1:34pm
8th Sep 2023 1:34pm
the evil flower
you’ve still not found the thing in you
that’s so unloveable
but sometimes glimpse yourself
a product of the past
about whom your therapist said
“from the start
I knew there’d been abuse”
it sometimes feels like life
is just a fight against
what was put in your head
when you were 5 years old
the evil flower blossoming
between your ears
below your scalp
that if you feed it could remain
its own garden
until you’re 65
but grown in the bathroom at 5
as you hid
and...
that’s so unloveable
but sometimes glimpse yourself
a product of the past
about whom your therapist said
“from the start
I knew there’d been abuse”
it sometimes feels like life
is just a fight against
what was put in your head
when you were 5 years old
the evil flower blossoming
between your ears
below your scalp
that if you feed it could remain
its own garden
until you’re 65
but grown in the bathroom at 5
as you hid
and...
#childhood
#abuse
#memories #PTSD
#memories #PTSD
295 reads
5 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
8th Sep 2023 1:34pm
8th Sep 2023 1:34pm
the evil flower
you’ve still not found the thing in you
that’s so unloveable
but sometimes glimpse yourself
a product of the past
about whom your therapist said
“from the start
I knew there’d been abuse”
it sometimes feels like life
is just a fight against
what was put in your head
when you were 5 years old
the evil flower blossoming
between your ears
below your scalp
that if you feed it could remain
its own garden
until you’re 65
but grown in the bathroom at 5
as you hid
and...
that’s so unloveable
but sometimes glimpse yourself
a product of the past
about whom your therapist said
“from the start
I knew there’d been abuse”
it sometimes feels like life
is just a fight against
what was put in your head
when you were 5 years old
the evil flower blossoming
between your ears
below your scalp
that if you feed it could remain
its own garden
until you’re 65
but grown in the bathroom at 5
as you hid
and...
#childhood
#abuse
#memories #PTSD
#memories #PTSD
295 reads
5 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
8th Sep 2023 1:34pm
8th Sep 2023 1:34pm
the evil flower
you’ve still not found the thing in you
that’s so unloveable
but sometimes glimpse yourself
a product of the past
about whom your therapist said
“from the start
I knew there’d been abuse”
it sometimes feels like life
is just a fight against
what was put in your head
when you were 5 years old
the evil flower blossoming
between your ears
below your scalp
that if you feed it could remain
its own garden
until you’re 65
but grown in the bathroom at 5
as you hid
and...
that’s so unloveable
but sometimes glimpse yourself
a product of the past
about whom your therapist said
“from the start
I knew there’d been abuse”
it sometimes feels like life
is just a fight against
what was put in your head
when you were 5 years old
the evil flower blossoming
between your ears
below your scalp
that if you feed it could remain
its own garden
until you’re 65
but grown in the bathroom at 5
as you hid
and...
#childhood
#abuse
#memories #PTSD
#memories #PTSD
295 reads
5 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About PTSD Published by Members Recently Online
