Have you ever been so beaten down,
Your body has dropped to the floor?
Your hands are shaking endlessly,
Thoughts are there no more?
Have you spaced so far away,
Your Galaxy can't grab hold?
You end up stuck with no gravity,
Until your lungs turn cold.
That's a day with PTSD,
You never can shift and mold.
You're stuck in cycles endlessly,
Until you're gray and old.
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Shattered Phases
PoetryPoetry is expression of self. Your internalized emotions thrown vigorously onto a blank canvas scattered into tiny well written (and shall I say worth it) sentences which make up beautiful poems. That is what this book is filled with. Poetry. There...
