Charcoal clouds veil sunshine
Blackened nights cloak shimmery stars
Pattering raindrops blown up by crackling thunderstorms
Delightful dandelions shrivel, wilted weeds
Boxed in a shallow foxhole, bullets flying over my head
I take a suffocating deep breath
A PTSD assault withers a dreamless sleep
Crushing any positive thoughts,
But I am determined to press on.
all rights reserved ©Nancy Jean Walker
Well done.
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Thank you!
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I have a category on my site called “Not My Poetry” that I would like to repost this poem, if I might have your permission to do so (with a link to your blog of course.) Here is a link to that intro if interested: https://dawnlizjones.wordpress.com/2015/11/08/new-all-for-guest-poets/
I schedule in advance, so it wouldn’t be out until February or so.
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Thank you very much!
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