Sounds like a Psalm 1

Why God, why?
My mind is full up
Full up with festering,
disturbing images,
sounds,
memory
raw,
weeping,
bloody red,
each visit from my past,
like a scab being ripped off,
re-finding, re-opening that.

This past is forgotten by others
scares healed, memory lost


When Lord,
when,
when will you enfolded into the arms of peace and wholeness
when?