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Tossing and Turning….never returning
#WritcoPoemPrompt82
At night when I lay in bed,
As I drift towards my sleep,
When the eve becomes shadowy red,
My slumber has begun deep,
I hear a voice inside my head
saying words I can’t say spoken
tossing, turning on top my bed
doors of trauma left wide open
screaming loudly in my silence
mouth wide no words heard
emotional turmoil with violence
sanity beaten on the curb
when the eve becomes shadowy red
all my survival drains away
post-traumatic is the blood bled
turning any color I had gray
Stephen
© StephenPuls1970
At night when I lay in bed,
As I drift towards my sleep,
When the eve becomes shadowy red,
My slumber has begun deep,
I hear a voice inside my head
saying words I can’t say spoken
tossing, turning on top my bed
doors of trauma left wide open
screaming loudly in my silence
mouth wide no words heard
emotional turmoil with violence
sanity beaten on the curb
when the eve becomes shadowy red
all my survival drains away
post-traumatic is the blood bled
turning any color I had gray
Stephen
© StephenPuls1970
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