Poem to PTSD

There are times I can’t seem to find

The weapon to quiet the demons in my mind,

How they torment and dance in my head,

Typically just before I go to bed

And throughout the night as I sleep,

They continue though I weep

I pray to God every night

Please protect me from this fright
Carolynne Scoffield 2016

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