Triggers

Its the thing that stops,
minds turn into a wasteland,
buzzing burns bodies to the core,
like the waiting of yellowstone,
anticipating erruption. 

My 
     Mind

Illusions of the past dressed up,
Just a t-shirt.
wearing a small problem reality,
but hiding daggers. 

My 
   Mind 
         Is 

Its the distracted thoughts,
the waves of trauma,
the nothing else above,
the drive for escape. 

My 
    Mind 
         Is 
Crumbling. 
 
i

idbailey23

VT

YWP Alumni

More by idbailey23

See all

  • Poetry

    By idbailey23

    War

    Every story I've ever been told has held a spot in my life, 

    The goodest of hero's and foulest of foes did share with me the night. 

    Read More

  • Poetry

    By idbailey23

    Five of Me

    I feel sometimes I'm split in two, 

    Of all the things I have to do, 

    I must answer call from call, 

    And write you when you feel small, 

    Read More

  • Poetry

    By idbailey23

    Pluto

    She wished that space would talk to her,

    And whispered to the moon,

    About the days that haunted her,

    And those that would come soon.

    She wanted to apologize,

    For wishing on the stars,

    Read More