CPTSD
Is my reality.
The screaming that never ceases,
The dirt stuck in the creases,
The same scenes
My mind keeps repeating.
"Just focus on your breathing."
But see,
I can't turn out this talent
No matter how much I practice
Before putting into to practice.
I listen to song lyrics,
But they can only do so much
Until they are merely a melody
With no words
No meaning.
(10/12/2021)
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