Peace surrounds me
Silence unquiet
Ticking of clocks
Aftershocks of living
Reverberate through my body
In the middle of the night
As in the echoing silence
Ripples rise to the surface
Of my restless body mind
Tired of the pulls of living
Trauma’s nightmare
I retreat to bed
Hoping to disappear
Thoughts of trouble and dread
Circulating round and round
Inside my head
A silent balm
Brings illusion of calm
Bathes and surrounds my body
As tiredness pulls me down
Into the obliteration
Of silence
Until shock wakes me again
Bringing me back to the surface
Of this traumatic life
I really like this poem, Debbie! ❤
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Thanks Gail.. I am personally a little critical of it so getting positive feedback is helpful. 🙂
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Lovely on a sad way.
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