Quiet

Terror rains down on my senses
Drowning me in sheets of memories past
There's no point trying to keep up with pretenses
Unless this storm soon passes, I won't last
The lightning boldly lights up every deed
That I can't help but cringe from deep inside
The thunderous booms echo every need
The ones of his that make me want to hide
But I don't move a muscle or take a breath
Instead I try invisibility
Welcome a state of nothingness, like death
Before these visions of my past submerge me
It doesn't really work in fighting flashbacks
Any more than it worked in fighting him
But what my abject stillness plan may lack
If I'm lucky, my inner strength may win