The Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder Movie Marathon

A poem written to cope when I suffered from PTSD after my dad passed away.

Over and over, I see that horrible scene playing in the theater of my mind.

Screams, threats, begging; it's all displayed there in grotesque imagery.

When the movie replays it brings black sluggish tentacles to my heart, all entwined.

Gripping the contents of my rib cage firmly, denying what should be free.

I gasp for air, choking out the pleas for it all to just stop now.

Why would it? Why should it? From his perspective I have it good.

Oh thank god it's nearing the end, the actors prepared to take a bow.

But in my agony the time drags on; seconds like sap across wood.

The salty taste of tears bring a fleeting distraction from the scene.

Only for so long can one not be focused on a loved one in pain.

It finally ends, the worst horror movie that always plays for this teen.

A reliving of an event that always plays games with the word "sane".

Life goes on for everyone who made it out of that mess.

We all still suffer, but we all are forced to digress.

Reviews

[Mark Anthony Games (Hum..]

Review for Change the World Comp.

I get such a strong sense of emotions longing to burst free, but feel they have been restricted by the urge to rhyme. I feel you should have followed the theme of the work and let your self be free to express without boundaries. This is though a very strong and well written piece.

[C.C. Marx]

I'm sorry for your loss, I like the comparison between the disorder and a movie, it really works...in a way, I understand being a victim of anxiety myself but I would be lying if I said I knew how you really felt...great job

[Justin]

Thanks for the support and thanks for for the review.

[C.C. Marx]

No problem, be strong :)