Year's pass by
It all felt like one stretched-out night.
Memories usually linger but these ones scream.
The mind sighs from fatigue,
But my eyes are on guard.
Shooing the hope of sleep back into the shadows.

Time circling my thoughts,
Pulling on my skin.
Pecking through my skull.
I reach up and twist a strand of hair,
Pinch the palm of my hand and bite the back of my cheek until all I can feel is the reality of all this discomfort.

I want to convince and believe it was all just terrible series of night terrors.
But the wounds still ache even when they can't really be seen unless you know what you're looking for.

My fingers find it hard to type out the pictures flickering restlessly in my head.
But why write it out when no one reads them anyway.
Why write it and want someone to read it when you'd rather keep it all quiet.

Why does there have to be reasonable questions whipping by my body in the middle of the day and the answers scratching my skin at night?

Year's aren't really that long.
To me they feel like days.
And those day feel like yesterday.
When I relive them at night.
They might as well have taken place today.

But it's all going to be okay.

~Acclivity Series~
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