Coming Undone

Hour by hour in the light of day and all night long My bruised mind with strings 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. ~A Brian Strand contest