STONE SOLDIERS
(PTSD)
To my bed of rest
... I cannot go
I am as cast from my
nest
No sleep can I show
Many times I have tried
but some of my old
memories...
they have never died...
moving like the restless
breeze
Sleep is a fortress
seeming so sinister
that I cannot enter...
not even by its gate
Stone soldiers
with dead eyes of glass
guard well the gate
and will not bid me pass
©Copyright October 20,
2004 by Faye Sizemore
to Night-Demon by Chris Sharik
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Background Sequence by Final Fantasy