Sonnet F43.10 – Posttraumatic Stress Disorder

How many graves can be dug for the days That refuse to allow a moment’s rest? Is there a pit deep enough to hold in place Terrors too plain to ever confess? Should be silent questions shake the rattle Before shouting demands of sight and sense Insisting my mind be brought back to battle The tireless […]

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Sonnet F60.2 – Antisocial Personality Disorder

At first he seemed a troubled ball of fog. Too elusive to grasp.  Too vague to name. So I searched for reason in his prologue Where he claimed abuse was only a game With self-declared rules and self serving plays That could well have been rooted in mania Which would seem to explain his monstrous […]

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Sonnet F40.10 – Social Anxiety Disorder

Not one of my two minds knows what to do. The first knows for certain the worst will follow From all those waiting to make me the fool For being too dim, sweaty or shallow. My second mind takes an opposite view Believing that what’s been learned from the past Will give the chance to […]

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Sonnet 296.53 – Bipolar 1 Disorder

Sonnet 296.53   It was the slightest trace of consciousness Adrift and passing without identity. Not yet a thought.  Not mine.  Only a wisp Of being still breathing inside me, Filling the shallow edges of my lungs With the cool and quiet morning air Rhythmically sliding over my parched tongue Which has just made me […]

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Sonnet 307.7 – Encopresis

Sonnet 307.7   The way she talked about it was different From my Mom or Dad or teachers at school Who would blame me for for every incident Of crapping myself without wanting to. There were times when my Mom would get so pissed She would make me sit on the toilet all day With […]

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Sonnet 300.02 – Generalized Anxiety Disorder

Sonnet 300.02   How long has the world had so many clocks? Ticking and tracking the worth of my day, Tallying minutes spent and taking stock Of minor progressions and major delays. Likewise leading to unavoidable Recognition of all that’s left undone At days end as all hands move on schedule To pull up the […]

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Sonnet 309.28 – Adjustment Disorder

Sonnet 309.28   They said my body would not be the same. My stride would shorten and my reach draw close. Sweaters I loved would hang loose on my frame Positioned to keep my scars unexposed. I was prepared for the changes of heart And soul, knowing some days would remind me Of how I […]

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