Just inside my mind it lives, hiding from all others.
In a dark and secret hallway with pictures of my brothers.
Silently attacking me and my battle-weary boxes.
Swarming my defences like unseen covert forces.
Its name is “Retribution”, and it’s never going to leave,
It’s always finding nightmares; there is no kind reprieve.
It comes for me more often now; it seems to know I’m weaker.
It’s calling for its helper, the one they call the reaper.
Therapy and medicine won’t work upon my demons.
They easily ignite my darkest burning beacons.
As this silent serpent overwhelms my safest thinking,
It breaks my peace and sleep, and soon it has me sinking.
It’s born from many moments, so many wounds still bleeding.
Loss, and love, and guilt and sin relentlessly keep feeding.
Triggers from some movies, from sounds and smells abound.
They feed my demons daily, so peace cannot be found.
But here in FLOW I find like-minded souls comparing.
Their feelings, pain and challenges, and everybody caring.
By sharing all our writing, and feelings raw and dark.
We help strangers manage through our honest, brave remarks.
So go and tell the world today, the lost, the hurt, the lonely.
We all support each other, and that I promise firmly.
FLOW is here for everyone, no barriers or judgment.
Just honesty, community, and a literary self-treatment.
Thank you to everyone who shares here in FLOW,
and to all the volunteer moderators and admins
(Spread the word to the world)
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