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Rated: E · Poetry · Psychology · #2087413
Combat PTSD look from the inside
There he stands in the shadows
Pulling me into the dark
Dragging me deeper into the fire
His grasp solid and stark

He shows me a past of passion
Peeling back my eyelids to see shame
He forces me to watch death and despair
I see an anger that cannot be tame

I am dragged into a city
Destroyed by thoughts of pain
A city of unearthly evil and creatures
The city burns from the oddly destructive rain

I scream for help and look for support
All I can see is death
A very distraught image of the past
He starts to speak a sort of shibboleth

His voice dark and raspy
His tone is serious and feared
I tremble at his simple demeanor
After all of me he has commandeered

Who is this mask creature
Who shows me what I fear the most
He terrorizes me with my own memories
He tortures me with my own ghosts

I fall from his grasp
Through the earth I soak away
I fall into darkness and flames
Which quickly becomes a sunny day

I jump from my skin and realize
In my own bed I lay the whole time
This man of my fears were in my head
I was persecuted by my own mind

The man in my head was pure evil
What does he want me to be
Then the obvious is prevalent
The demon he, He is ME

Never to escape my on wit
I cannot run from this war
I fight the battle within
Never to find safe shores

I will push on with a smile
Knowing tonight again I go to combat
With myslef in my mind I fight
And from the world, I must hide that.
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