The Wounds of Devotion (Post-Traumatic Stress)

<p>I have been erased to nothing.<br /> I walk, my soul vanquished<br /> I am diminished &mdash; hopes relinquished<br /> I have become blacker than black; I have become invisible even to myself.</p> <p>Empty &mdash; the pain I bear is too great to carry.<br /> Its intensity is so great that I feel nothing.<br /> I am harried.<br /> I dare not contemplate fate, for I know it would drive me to insanity.</p> <p><a href="https://medium.com/the-power-of-poetry/the-wounds-of-devotion-post-traumatic-stress-941203b3a60a"><strong>Website</strong></a></p>