Flashbacks

Flashbacks from a time now in the past
I hold my heart still mending in a solid cast

Wishing for it to stop taking surprising trips
down the well trod memory lane that slips

Memories of which to me are of no use
Except to make my tired mind more wretchedly confused

These flashbacks from a time in my past
Do nothing but leave my wounds ripped into parts

I wish for my heart and mind to find some reprieve
So please my Lord save me from these devil's treats

These damned flashbacks that I want not
Please God save me from the devil's plot!

There could be no good in such a reminder
Of something wrong then; it will always remain a blinder...

Save me from such blinding flashes my Lord
Save me and keep me firm on your righteous path.