A poem I wrote about PTSD titled: 'Right Now'

RIght now

My Amygdala-hippocampus connection is buffering and

my hypothalamus is wondering why im not running?

Get the fuck out!

My adrenal glands’ adrenaline now agrees;

but my occipital lobe can no longer see

a path to relax or escape this haunt of memory.

No rest from the stressful regression to my tragedy of yesterdays.

My cerebellum sought out for a silver lining

like it plays to my general gray matter, and to me.

While my thyroid sits indifferent

watching its wristwatch silently.

My vocal chords wincing is the only clue exteriorly;

this sigh existing doesnt hide

and comes to light aside the littony of

grumpy glitched knitted-brow-twitches

and what is undoubtedly a paled and blotchy epidermis.

My right seeks the purpose;

My left wants to cope,

From the top of my head

to the tip of my toes

All the way down

to the end of my rope..

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