By: A Survivor Not a Victim
April 25, 2016

This tortured mind of mine won’t rest.
Anxiety, depression, and thoughts of terror possessed.
Repulsive memories flash through my mind,
In bits and pieces discombobulated and intertwined.
Days are dark, and nights grow blacker,
Leaving me breathless, restless, and feeling sadder.
With each passing night, the nightmares take flight,
And every passing day the flashbacks come out to play.
There is no end in sight to this torments ignite.
I wish for my past to rewrite –
Alas, forlorn are my hopes and efforts,
As tortured minds attain no rest.
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