[flashbacks]

by Poet on the Piano   Sep 10, 2023


and it all comes back
when red and blue flash,
when sirens scream.
a clenched fist -
fingers digging into skin.
i tightly close my eyes,
remembering the fear,
the hopelessness
of being trapped
in the unknown,
stripped of my voice,
locked away,
seen as nothing
but a nuisance.

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written 09/08/2023

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