Hamartia

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

their hamartia.