Trauma

by Jeanne Fiedler   Nov 19, 2012


Trying to sink
into sleep,
another trip
into the long
black tunnel...
the empty void.
My heart pumping
rashly...
that slow, sad feeling
comes over me
weaving its
darkness in and
out of my inner
and outer self...

I just feel it
try to catch it to
stop it,
this gruesome
journey of
lifelessness,
reaching blindly to
the passageway
to hope...
wishing it could
have been different -
but never will be...

I wait in
terror and fear
of my own life force...

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