By: A Survivor Not a Victim
March 23, 2016
It’s nearly midnight and I should be sleeping
But thoughts of anxiety and anguish penetrate my mind, they are creeping.
As the ebon circles under my eyes grow darker,
My cognizance distorts to a despondent state of preoccupancy
About that night, the violence done to me.
As each day passes my face grows more pale,
My eyes more dark, and my thoughts more stale.
As I start to drift off I’m suddenly roused
With nightmares my that my mind has housed.
My soul feels hopeless as night turns into day
And it’s time to go to work in my wretched state.
A Survivor Not a Victim 