Little Red and The Big Bad PTSD
This winter is cold and heavy,
The frost nipping at my toes,
But I know someone with a bigger bite,
I cannot escape.
The red snow follows every step,
Little red,
Little red,
I cannot escape.
Black consumes the red
It’s coming from the shadows,
I am scared,
I cannot escape.
Sharp teeth,
Glowing eyes,
Large claws,
I cannot escape.
Praying on the innocent,
Fear takes control,
The Big Bad Wolf strikes,
I cannot escape,
myself.
This poem is about:
Me
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