White baby rabbit

White baby rabbit by the forest path
Dead and perfect
Nestled in autumn leaves
A lucky escape
Or a fate worse than life

Tormented by day
And haunted by night
As darkness sheds light
On anguish so deep
So personalised

How many years have passed?
Don’t think, don’t calculate
Thinking brings feeling
And years of lost memories
With no right to tears or regret

Steven Shorrock (2018)

Author: PTSDays

An inside view of experience of post-traumatic stress, recovery and mental health. #PTSD #MentalHealth #Poetry

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