Even on a good day,
Suddenly the trigger pulls.
Angry buried memories erupt
And fill my head with poison.

Vivid, stabbing flashbacks blind my senses.
Time blocked hidden baggage drives hard.
Horrific impulses release and carve,
Relentlessly, into an unexpecting present.

Excreting smells of hate,
Visions of darkness,
Sounds of fear,
Mind battles rage.

Alone I fight the rampaging demons
Across bloody fields of thought.
All at once, they go defeated.
I live again, for now