• “What’s wrong?” you say
    Sick with no physical illness
    Confused, but know not why
    As far from “normalcy,” as Dr Seuss was from reality
    It begins to manifest
    From my dreams and imagination
    To what I hear and the things I see
    A void growing that can’t be fed anymore
    The last remnants of what was once human
    Now left to fester into humiliation, depression…RAGE!
    Grievance grabs a hold of my heart
    Rips it out, as if from fallen prey
    Severed vessels trickle bits of life down
    To the cold emptiness below
    Now, even in a crowded room I feel alone
    Cuddled up within the dark reaches of my mind
    I do not believe you’ll understand the way I feel
    But this is my answer, every word
    Patience has given me the strength to wait
    Eventually I’ll wake up from this nightmare…won’t I?