PTSD at 4:46am

i wake up
tearful and fearful
my itchy-eyed mind springs to safety,
to him.

adrenaline still coursing
through my aching veins,
i wish the fleece blanket of
his arms was here to hold me.

smiling, he could blink my nightmare away
kiss my tears,
assure me he would never let anyone
touch me like that ever again.

but it's 4:46am
and he's not here
and my dog is a world away,
asleep at my feet,

and i'm alone, i'm alone
i am alone,
and so f*****g lonely,
and shaking,
and scared.

what if someone does,
does that to me again?
what if he's not there to protect me?

one of us is always in the wrong bed.

- j.f.

Reviews

[Planet x]

I love your style , its the intimate private poetry I am looking for , simple words that cover deep emotions

[erums]

I love this!! It is very well written and very moving.