Trauma Town

By Vincent Van Zandvoort | Poetry / Prose | 18 Mar 2023

Trauma Town

You heard a song and sang along, safe and free, much unlike me.

I felt my mind take over time. My heart sped up. Please, make it stop.

That same song brought me down and dragged me straight to trauma town.

I made it home. Look up and see why that old song won't let me be.

The funny thing about the past is that it's free; eternally.

I took a trip and relived the song in a time of bloom: a golden tip, a sinking ship.

I gained control and shouted out inside my mind, "I'm finally free; don't bother me."

I'm safe and free; don't bother me!

Within the rules, there are no rules. I stopped going down to trauma town.

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Vincent Van Zandvoort

As an author and a musician, I craft short stories, songs, poetry, and prose across various genres. My work delves into themes of disappointment, confusion, betrayal, corruption, grief, sacrifice, friendship, loyalty, and the boundless nature of love.

Poetry / Prose

As an author and a musician, I craft short stories, songs, poetry, and prose across various genres, including science fiction, fantasy, supernatural, thriller, horror, and drama. My work delves into themes of disappointment, confusion, betrayal, corruption, grief, sacrifice, friendship, loyalty, and the boundless nature of love. Here, you’ll find something that resonates with everyone.