PTSD

Your anger bursts
like big fire of a
savage

and we felt those
heavy heartbeats from
us.

We keep a distance
and avoided your
presence.

This is like a
post traumatic stress
disorder.

I can always
remember what you did
to us.

 

2017

About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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