Trust

 

 

In the spit, outside a hardship hotel,

I am talking to Jake.

 

He's worried his neighbor

has been watching him,

moving his door

as Jake walks by.

 

He's paranoid with PTSD.

 

I go up knock.

 

No answer.

 

The neighbors come out, 

tell me the room is empty. 

 

I confirm the vacancy with staff 

and tell Jake he has nothing

to worry about,  his medication is off,

and needs to go up to the VA.

 

He tells me,

"I have trust issues.

I know what I saw, 

but I will believe you."

 

 

 

 

Comments

[Lance]

Man that's rough :(

Praying for him.
Has to be one hell of a battle:
To know somethings wrong while knowing he saw something. :/

[Ev]

PTSD's hell on earth. Been battling the brain weasels big time lately, myself. Even when you know the paranoia's crazy, it just won't stop, and there's no specific medication for it, either. Just some band-aids for the anxiety and depression.