Deflated

I feel deflated

someone popped my balloon

thought flashbacks were over

dark room, crushing weight on my chest

struggling up through heaviness

the lowest depths of sleep

to gurgle a blunted scream

(which sounded more like a  grunt)

and the strange man disappeared

leaving me limp and spent

bleary eyes unfocused at the everyday

view outside my bedroom window

stormclouds wipe the sunshine away

with the remains of my balloon.

Some clouds go too fast to drop a single tear.

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