Childhood dreams from the soul
before p.t.s.d had swallowed me whole,
going to save the world from itself,
but now I can't even save me myself.
After 'he' had robbed me of my life,
thoughts to refind myself were quite rife.
Poetry became my life support.
The only way I could possibly abort
thoughts of my hamartia from my mind.
Bringing awareness to all mankind.
With my words I regain a purpose,
removing the mask from society blindness.
Untill then I shall continue to write,
to make one person stay alive despite