Thursday, July 18, 2013

PTSD

Dead fifteen years, but in my dreams, i murder him anew every night.
- george r r martin in a game of thrones

Twenty years gone
Of you throttling my innocence

Ten years I wandered the grey forests
Of despair and confusion
Blaming myself

Ten more i took to look it in the face

And at the end of every day now,
I tell myself I have
Come to terms with it

And yet,
Everyday
In my dreams,
The shame surrounds
And drowns me
Anew

2 comments:

  1. grrm is the cause of your irritation, frustration?

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  2. ahh no. i love grrm to bits. i just took inspiration from he way he phrased something to express my own feelings :)

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