Up for Debate

#669

Things are getting so weird
Trauma has again interfered
It screwed my sleep pattern
I'm like the planet, Saturn
Spinning inside gaseous rings
I can't make sense of things
Stars like fireflies around me
Will trauma never let me be
I got played, and trauma won
Yeah, my rings got overspun
But trauma keeps coming back
Reminding me of all that I lack
And it absolutely never fails
To suck wind out of my sails
Setting my weary mind adrift
On memories that always shift
With timelines out of order
My brain is a trauma hoarder
That can't keep things straight
Leaving memories up for debate
rksmith
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