Tears of blood.
A bloodshed tear slowly dripping down through my cheek
ever reminding me of my terror within.
A terror haunting me every night gripping my soul draining me
of the will to fight.
Leaving me defenseless of my right to see the light.

A terror never to be seen yet so real through my dreams.
Darkness sets in. Eyes getting heavy, mind drifting away.
Fear creeping in. hands shaking, heart racing, panic taking my
mind ,body and soul. Fighting the urge. Fighting the will
minds drifted away eyes closed.
Back in time, Seeing the thing. The thing that should never be.

Lashing out lashing at me oh God help me, help me
cries never seen, screams never heard. Knife on my neck,
Hands touching, Fear throughout me.
Eyes of the beast looking, Houling away. taking control
slamming ripping tearing my soul. Taking my mind
once again scarring my life all over in a filthy slime
gasping for air, open eyes, Painfull memories thoughout my life
all alone, all by myself. Which is why no one will ever know
why I cry Tears of blood

My poems are always about what I'm feeling or what I've been through.
I guess this poem can be interpreted in different ways.
I had a horrible truamatic experience that threw me over the edge and ended up with PTSD Clinical Depression and Panic Anxiety disorder.

The best way for me to deal with all this is to write about it threw poems.

MistikalGizmo,

So much energy went into this, and it describes the PTSD so very well.  I feel the energy flowing smoothly within this poem.  Perhaps a deeper insight gained?  Very descriptive thought without being crude. Thank you for sharing.  Best wishes to you.


Safe Journey