A Tortured Mind

The tricky thing about trauma is the Memories cause they get muddied I can't remember what was said Or who tried to comfort me I can remember before grief and after But during is all blurry Occasionally, a clear memory floats by Itry to catch it But it slips through my fingers. I used to be haunted by her pained smile But even that one is gone Just like the sound of her laugh I'm just left with a broken Heart & Mind