It’s not even midnight yet and I can feel the Flashbacks and nightmares creeping around the corner. I’m afraid to close my eyes. I’ve been irritable for a few days now. Almost like my brain was preparing for this. It sucks that there is no respite. Ever. I may go a few weeks without one, and then BANG! It hits like a freight liner. I’m seriously beginning to believe the only escape will be when I die. Which can’t come soon enough.
Would that I
Could curl into a ball
And melt into the ground
Absorbed by the Earth
Would that I
Could stretch my arms wide
Transmute into
Dust
Borne on the wind
Dissipating into
Nothingness
Would that I
Could close my eyes
And sleep evermore
Escaping from this
Waking hell
Descent Rising 