This tortured mind of mine won’t rest
Anxiety, depression, thoughts of terror possessed
Repulsive memories flash through my mind
In bits and pieces discombobulated and intertwined.
Day’s are dark, and night grow blacker with each sleep, leaving me breathless, restless, petrified and fatigued.
With each passing night the nightmares take fight
And every passing day, the flashbacks come out to play
There is no end in sight to this tournaments ignite
Each breath that I take, and blink that I make I wish for abrogation!
Alas, forlorn my hopes and efforts
As tortured mind, a tortured being, a toured soul, attains no rest