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redefine: PTSD
by Aaron Michaeli feel flashes
where there should be constant flames.
the licking heat
and smoldered ashes
spell your three names
on a blue lit street
as i walk with bare soles
back home to life.
my only protection
a tongue, like a knife,
shaped to deceive, cut,
and let bleed the conversation
in sadistic elation
watching the argument drain free of life.
my only detection
five senses, but
it's dark, and bombs have
made it hard to listen.
morning dew glistens with
rays of moonlight as the sun
slowly creeps out of her celestial bed
though she may as well be dead
until her head over the horizon.
with each step i lose touch, the
numbing of concrete and reality.
i never thought i lost much
until the light peeked for such
a hot second, and i could see
i was home the whole night.
03/31/2011 Author's Note: the pieces fit, but i don't recognize the picture.
Posted on 04/01/2011
Copyright © 2024 Aaron Michael
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Andrea Colton on 04/01/11 at 05:42 AM This has a great rhythm to it. When I read it aloud everything clicked. Lines 9-18, absolutely friggin brilliant. I have seen others who suffer PTSD, and I have experienced it myself, and I have to say, you hit the nail on the head. L.o.v.e. I.t. |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 04/02/11 at 02:28 PM These out-of-nowhere surreal displacements and their jolts of past mixing with present are indescribable, and yet- here I note that you have described them impeccably. PTSD is so wrenching a pain. I only want to surround this with gentleness. |
| Posted by Sandy M. Humphrey on 04/04/11 at 09:19 PM May you someday you find the escape from the pain you carry with you, the pain no one can see and that cannot be explained to those who have not been where you have but this takes us there. May your writing be part of your therapy. smh
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