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Date Posted: Sun, May 27 2018, 19:14:37
Author: Don Poss
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Subject: Poem - PTSD: Left In Contact

PTSD - Left In Contact
(c) 2018, by Don Poss

P -
There were days of wine and crying times, now
countless dreams of woe.
Youthful bones in crumbling repose, cloaked in
midnight’s slumber, dare strum night-strings of
twilight men corralled in rem-sleep blunder.
S -
Shadows past that linger-last, a wakeup toll
demanded. Dangle the fee, entice, ensnare,
strike the tuning-fork of survival.
D -
No words of parting, no last hooray, no see you
another day. Regain control, take up the reins,
and remember those still left in contact.

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