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, [ ]
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