trauma

 

 

samuel is all but lost

zoey tends

 

what can she do beside tend

living

 

as he is

in an internal nightmare without end

 

thrashing at night

near comatose during the day

 

thin, ill, unreachable, eyes staring without seeing

what can she do

 

she imagines his soul decomposing within

rotting

 

oozing life and life-blood and caring and want and need

and hope

 

 

`

 

 





Poetry by jim The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2023-08-13 at 17:59

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shells
To be on the outside looking in is a difficult place, as is the one finding it difficult on the inside to look out, the trauma affects both, hope is something to hang on to.
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