Coming Undone

Hour by hour in the light of day

and all night long

My bruised mind with

horde of thoughts run riot before my eyes

Shadowy phantoms fill my brain

then break loose and

my imagination go haywire

out of control

erratic

confused

disoriented

until my traumatic brain

weary and faint with pain

grows calm

and rewinds the dreams of my youth again

where the memories of good times contain.

 

Yet my grieving heart is powerless to quell

the rigors of life in this world that I dwell

pursued by hate for having loved too well,

I don’t know what this journey will foretell.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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