My battle wounds show
Arms
Legs
You see the depth of a war
A war that was lost
Battle that is trying to form again
Battle of strength and weakness
Wear the weakness lost
Which was the skin on my body
Mountains formed
Ridges seen
Stories to tell
The battle that was lost
With words swirling in the wind
Not making any sense
Trying to create structure
Sense of security
Yet failure shows
Reminds you that nothing you are
Dementors swirling around
Grasping your breathe
Making it hard to breath
Trying to fight
Being pinned
Not being able to move
The life is slowly leaving you
Stopping it you can’t
You stand there and watch
With the tornado in your head
The words swirling in the wind
Dementor like creatures overhead
Not fight to give
You have none left
Numbness
Shutting down
Closing off
That’s what you’re good at
Somehow we have to protect what little is left
Every ounce of you tries
You fall to the ground
Begin to crawl
Crawling to safety
As the world is crashing around you
Curling up in a fetal position
You have nothing left
Your mind is racing
The wind is blowing
The rain is pouring
The life is leaving you
Yet, you’re trying to survive
Fighting this battle
No weapons
Nothing in your hand
Just the life you have
The battle is slowly coming to an en
Does anyone see you
In an empty field
Curled up
Trying to survive
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