i am my trauma.

i've fallen, and i can't comeback.
i've died, and everything is lost.

things elude me, i don't know why,
someday, i'll just break

and cry.

but my stoney disposition does not crack
it frustrates me so
to be unable to express
what stoppers itself within me

asking why.

my mind battles against me,
always.
an eternity in a single moment in time,
a brilliant splash of light,
inside the shell, which is me.