Flashing moments

My many flashback moments, dark commotions once deeply buried, leaving
my head feeling slightly tilted, toiling with my already teetering fragility,
left tackling scary ideas of my soon less emotional departure, running scared
towards the sound of foreign shrieking voices, while under the unsolicited
care of this other dark hand that has my brain sputtering with signs of disorder,
weaving in and out like some snake in the grass, seeking in whispering sour
thoughts in my already now broken brain of mine.