Trauma Zones
We cannot go back to trauma zones,
we must not return to trauma scenes,
where smiling faces look like goblins in the dark.
Their teeth flash like dagger ready to cut and
sever the heart of happiness.
We shall never return to trauma zones
where devils wear angelic apparels
to haunt the pastoral grounds as unsuspecting
shepherds feed their flock.
We must not return to the trauma triangle
where snipper-like innuendoes hurt the
melancholic’s soul, and spirit away our comfort and happiness.
We must not live in trauma zones
even if it is rich like the Saudi Arabian oil wells.
We cannot return to the trauma tents
where the humble man’s steps are stalked by
paid spies and satanic code scripts,
both online and offline.
We must not walk through zones of trauma
until they have been turned into paradises
to safeguard the sensitive soul’s mind and wellness,
for a heaven on earth is a dream for all.
It is the part of not returning to the trauma zone if it is rich like an oil-well zone that struck me. Daring and evocative poem.
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