Poetry a Day Pushes Battles Away
It's actually a Song I wrote.
Putting Music to it.
Be patient. I'm a dawdle Kind.
Has to be the right time to write.
Got to feel it.
SwItcH
"I sat alone this Morn
Early and cold with the Glow
Of our Sun
Watching the Birds play
With the sky
Silhouetting their shadows
Having Morning Glory Fun
I enjoy hearing the sounds
That fresh feeling of just being
Alone.
For a short time during
My calmed mind
A reality check is sounded
And my calmed reality
Gone.
Like a dark gloom of cloud
Reversing my thoughts in time
Comfort from the sky
Interrupted by traumatic chimes
Realities exchange so quick
Portals my brain, senses, sounds
After Six
Sights on the Horizon
The mix of hours commences
Loss and pain reminders
That switch my brain
Memories so entrenched
Each hour is a constant task to face
So real, tipped equilibrium
Force myself to not chase
Memories are forever
Not a cure
Yet found to wipe out
Intrusive thoughts that juggle
Effortlessly.
This is what PTSD is about.
Ears hear a different sound
Eyes cast back then close
Quite automatically
Switched back into a time
Spewed with such force
As a shining bird of silver
Encompasses my thoughts
My mind, my brain.
Quite instantly.
So argue what is needed
Enable pockets of greed
Ignore the fact
My sunshine stolen
Keep the gold
Deny as much as possible
The human beings needs
Today I return to
My morning
Seeing the sun
Enjoying the high birds' pitch
'Til the artificial sound
Flew into my space
Igniting the Switch
How is this treated
One may ask
May only be managed
Memories are For Life
Fear and loss
So much more
Yet argue still
Soulless mortals counting pennies
Leaning on last millenniums' writes
Not human rights.
It ain't over yet as I
Write this today fresh
Yet tarnished
A spin into why?
No.
I walk into how?
Can I harness the suns
Energy to continue
I will not be banished."
CHORUS
"Switch Switch Switch
Of thought crossed with which?
Back and forth swaying inside
Pulled memories that remain
Sinking my Mind."
I hope any other person that has suffered from the height of PTSD that I have.
I hope this Song (when finished) will help to know. Not alone. It is real. It is for life. A traumatic memory. Life stripped. Expressing this is relieving. Gagged gagged gagged. I am.
Ziggy
It's actually a Song I wrote.
Putting Music to it.
Be patient. I'm a dawdle Kind.
Has to be the right time to write.
Got to feel it.
SwItcH
"I sat alone this Morn
Early and cold with the Glow
Of our Sun
Watching the Birds play
With the sky
Silhouetting their shadows
Having Morning Glory Fun
I enjoy hearing the sounds
That fresh feeling of just being
Alone.
For a short time during
My calmed mind
A reality check is sounded
And my calmed reality
Gone.
Like a dark gloom of cloud
Reversing my thoughts in time
Comfort from the sky
Interrupted by traumatic chimes
Realities exchange so quick
Portals my brain, senses, sounds
After Six
Sights on the Horizon
The mix of hours commences
Loss and pain reminders
That switch my brain
Memories so entrenched
Each hour is a constant task to face
So real, tipped equilibrium
Force myself to not chase
Memories are forever
Not a cure
Yet found to wipe out
Intrusive thoughts that juggle
Effortlessly.
This is what PTSD is about.
Ears hear a different sound
Eyes cast back then close
Quite automatically
Switched back into a time
Spewed with such force
As a shining bird of silver
Encompasses my thoughts
My mind, my brain.
Quite instantly.
So argue what is needed
Enable pockets of greed
Ignore the fact
My sunshine stolen
Keep the gold
Deny as much as possible
The human beings needs
Today I return to
My morning
Seeing the sun
Enjoying the high birds' pitch
'Til the artificial sound
Flew into my space
Igniting the Switch
How is this treated
One may ask
May only be managed
Memories are For Life
Fear and loss
So much more
Yet argue still
Soulless mortals counting pennies
Leaning on last millenniums' writes
Not human rights.
It ain't over yet as I
Write this today fresh
Yet tarnished
A spin into why?
No.
I walk into how?
Can I harness the suns
Energy to continue
I will not be banished."
CHORUS
"Switch Switch Switch
Of thought crossed with which?
Back and forth swaying inside
Pulled memories that remain
Sinking my Mind."
I hope any other person that has suffered from the height of PTSD that I have.
I hope this Song (when finished) will help to know. Not alone. It is real. It is for life. A traumatic memory. Life stripped. Expressing this is relieving. Gagged gagged gagged. I am.
Ziggy