Flashback Poem by Sulaiman Mohd Yusof
Flashback
The slime
of reddish
open wounds
infectious blood
drips
stick up
to my flesh
rotten
the old scars
long overlooked
I have horrible nightmares because I am diagnosed with severe Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) ...After reading this poem that you passionately wrote...I no longer feel alone...I pray for you and all those that suffer, I pray that we all endure and live to tell our stories of our experiences that have molded our honest empathetic hearts...I hear your voice...
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4/23/2024 2:42:30 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Indeed have very in-depth meaning. New sore makes friendship with old sore to make a ‘double-fault’ Ten Ms Nivedita UK Please read and rate my poems. niv