That night.A Poem by Lydia WaldockPTSD from many experiences in life are so hard to deal with while trying to be a person
I still can sense and feel that night
Upon the hill far away from others The screaming from friends nearby Adrenaline coursing through like a flooding river The darkness swallowed me whole that night Feeling the bloodless blood on my hands Not able to help those who've stayed with me They walked away into the wilderness of scary shadow casting trees My god, I thought they were dead are they still dead? why couldn't I help them? how could I lose them? If she hadn't made me kiss her those years ago would I still experience the same? What if she didn't touch me like that while sleeping? Would that night still feel the same? Now sleeping is a lost cause Between the tossing and turning, I see her face I feel her touching me I hear him screaming I see them all dead and passed away How could I let the things that were meant to save me and help me ruin me These memories won't disappear I live that night everytime I close my eyes The sounds of rain bring me back to that night The colour of deep broken purple brings me to that night Will my life ever stop being this reliving of those nights? Will I be able to come back from this?
© 2018 Lydia WaldockAuthor's Note
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5 Reviews Added on December 2, 2018 Last Updated on December 2, 2018 AuthorLydia WaldockBritish Columbia, CanadaAbout21 year old lover of poetry even bigger lover of writing poetry some trash some gold. life's tough might as well make some art more..Writing
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