Coming undone

Hour after hour in the light of day
and all night long
My bruised mind with
a horde of thoughts runs riot before my eyes,
Shadowy phantoms fill my brain
then break loose and
my imagination go haywire
sending me on a rampage
erratic
confused
disoriented
until my traumatic brain
faints and falls asunder
weary with pain;
Then grows calm
rewinding the dreams of my youth again 
where the memories of good times contain.