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
until my traumatic brain
weary and faint with pain
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.