Triggering Past

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

The time block hidden baggage drives hard

Horrific impulses release and carve

Relentlessly into the unexpected present

Excreting smells of hate

Visions of darkness

Sounds of fear

Mind battles rage

Alone I fight the rampaging demons

Across the bloody fields of thought

All at once they go defeated

I live again for now

About Lindsay Craik

Writer & Poet Poetry, plays and short stories
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