Just a tinge of panic for awhile
Trauma demons laugh and smile
Their voices scream in your mind
While you whisper "just be kind"
Tremors running up and down
Pills and therapy round and round
You're okay; you'll be just fine
The demons hunger, so they dine
They pick you apart limb by limb
You gasp for air, the light grows dim
Your chest stretched and stricken as you fight
There's just a void betwixt you and night
You hope for peace and light in this storm
Someone to keep you together as you're torn
The tinge of anxiety is now in plain sight
Just debilitating symptoms of your plight
Your stomach is empty, you're losing weight
How could this possibly be your fate?
Shooting pains, tingling in every finger
How much longer will this linger?
The feasting demons eventually tire
Your breathing slows, but burns like fire
You close your eyes, if just for a bit
The demons now gone, but you've taken a hit
Will you eventually sleep or just fever dream?
Sit up sweating, clench your fists and scream?
You fight your triggers day in and day out And avoid the decision to just check out
