I can’t go to bed,
Cause the things in my head,
Make it hard to fall asleep.
It’s like it happened today,
and it won’t go away.
Don’t ask me to try counting sheep.
It’s a part of the past,
They say the memories won’t last.
Times a great healer.
When you’re lying in bed ,
They can get in your head,
But only if you go to sleep.
I like what you've wrote.PTSD sucks.Your peom rules though,I feel like that alot.
Jim, it took me a minute to figure out what PTSD stood for (guess I had a blonde day with that one). Thanks for describing exactly what it's like sometimes; I had a bout with PTSD ten years ago.