The Trauma Hours

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Sleep torments me in these trauma hours
of self-loathing
deep in the night
when the mind won’t be silent.
Madness whispers
of an end to all
and my heart wails
a siren’s song

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Author, D. Denise Dianaty

Author, D. Denise Dianaty

“Hands and hearts and minds and voices committed to working for tolerance, peace and social justice everywhere, always. ~MomzillaNC (Poetry also on WordPress)

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