Catatonic.

You useless...****

That thing you did to me,

Yeah, that thing from the other night...

It brought up images I long ago forgotten,

&& Now they're haunting my every moment.

Thanks.

I can't even look at you,

Your voice renders me catatonic.

These images are going through my mind constantly,

&& I'm having panic attacks...

I'm forced to down some pills,

To drown out the pain.

I'm supposed to be recovering,

Not going down the drain.

Reviews

[Porter]

Catatonic. Great word choice. Works well in these short-lined no rhyme poems. And the last stanza was great, as it ties the whole poem together. Power.

[Rob Santana]

Suffering and pain, I can relate. Good piece.

[Alexa L. Draven]

Amazing poem.

[Rachi Boo]

thank you

[Matthew Kult]

Hello Rae,

A rigid suffering. Well done.

Always,

Matthew
A.

[Rachi Boo]

thank you.