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MEMORIES
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Post Traumatic Stress Disorder MEMORIES
It’s that time of year again,
when your bones begin to ache.
A new born baby smiles ,
bringing untold delights .
While a long forgotten scent ,
wafting on the breeze.
Can make your chest grow tight.
Sometimes for no known reason ,
tears begin to well .
At night,
You close your eyes to sleep.
Just to re-enter hell .
Ah, words for that time of year when memories cry out loud. Some things continue to haunt, and terrible trauma and losses will do it. Well written.
You have a lot of pain in this poem. It is well written, I like it, but I wish you peace. May the Lord bless you.