Tonight's Trigger Poem by chris schwartz

I hate nights like this
When I am frightened
To close my eyes
For when I do,
My memories attack
My dreams
And make me think
Of you.
All of the sheep
I was counting
In my restlessness of young
Turn into Devils, and Demons
Sharp Blades
Come undone.
You've done all your time
But I'm still imprisoned
Praying and hoping
To be freed from the damage
Of all you envisioned
For me,
The victim,
Of your sick past.