We all have the space the mind simply sealed
Boarded up with nails waiting to be healed
Pain hidden by shock rush into my dreams
Wakened in cold sweat mouthing silent screams
Run away and play
Freak another day
Pop another pill
Fade today and chill
Flashing ashes burn
Trying to return
Breathe in deep then sigh
Lie to your God then cry
© 2011 Michael Yost
Michael's Lair 
I think many people have silent demons that they are trying to placate. Great poem my friend xx
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PTSD comes in many forms. Reoccurring dreams or nightmares along the same theme are a good indicator of the problem.
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