Trauma parts.

In my darkness and all

around. 

I hear them screaming

they’re echoey sound. 

 

They flail beneath bonds

that hold. 

A body, a weight, they’re

crushed and sold.

 

In my darkness and in my

mind. 

I hear them begging and

trying to find. 

 

A voice, an escape, they

desperately need. 

I hear them and hear them

as they plead. 

 

In my darkness I sit and I

wait. 

They cannot be helped it is

too late.

 

They lay there broken, their

bodies torn. 

Yanked from reality my

mind is gone. 

 

In my darkness I walk

away. 

I can pretend again. For

another day. 

 

I can pretend they are not

really there. 

As though, while sad, I

don’t even care. 

 

In my darkness and all

around.  

I hear them screaming

their echoey sound.