Walls

I waited for sleep-

when the far wall creaked.

Such an ominous turn

to a peaceful week.

I listened in silence.

My mind raced along.

I commanded a stop-

but it creaked again strong.

Now, closer it rumbled,

weighing unto my chest.

No longer with speech,

my fears came undressed.

Then a falling like plaster

in a movie long spent.

The hurt in my brain

spilling out unto bed.

In clumps I laid bare.

Yet no one could see

a past lying there-

asking for peace.

(This posting now dedicated to PTSD, anxiety and depression friends)