Ptsd Poem by Nate Peligeiro

The world is a dead fish,
and I'm its lifeless gills.
If death has a face,
it is mine.

Good bye sober day.
So much for swimming.

I crawl to the keyboard.
My fingers carry but
a semblance
of life.

Left over,
hung over,
from a night
that turned
into day.

I tread
with angels
and demons
and can't tell
the difference.

It's gonna
take more
than hope
to get me
through
this one.

I'm dripping.
I think I'm going to
drop.