Because I couldn't keep writing silly love poetry.... (April 24th poem)

PTSD (A Textbook Description)

The worst part is how it never ends

The bad thing that happened

Keeps happening keeps happening

In your mind again and again

Everybody coming to your door

Calling you on the phone

Asking you questions

Nobody can be trusted

Everyone is a suspect

Nobody understands

No one is your friend

Aversion becomes your best defense

So many things and people to avoid

So many roads are not safe

So many precautions to take

Rewinds and rehearsals

Of alternate outcomes and choices

Occupy too much thought too much time

And you can’t imagine

Living much longer

The future or your life

Before it happened

And anyway nothing matters