Woke up this morning feeling ok but a little frayed
Like a sock monkey with which has been overplayed.
Strings askew and ends poking out from all directions
With demons claws reaching out, for their own piece of distraction.
Each paw pulling away at its own goal
Never mind that they are unraveling me whole.
For soon there will be no more string to pull
And I will be nothing more then an empty hole.
Where once stood a man who to all the world in control
There now is just a man who longs again to be whole.
Who feels as if I have juggled a million things
To maintain a semblance of the reality of which I dream.
As I stand still in what feels like suspended animation
It’s all I can do to watch the demons domination.
They pull and pull until there is nothing left
Then fight with the others to get a piece of the rest.
“STOP IT!” I scream but to no ones ears my cries land
For I am just a man standing in my own homemade wasteland.
It is wholly solely completely mine alone to make
And mine alone to will my own escape.
I wake again in a pool of my own sweat and tears
And realize it was just another dream full of other fears.
I know that deep down this disease is inside my brain
Dancing around and around and having its way.
But someday I will reclaim what has always been mine
And the disease will cease to do what it wants all the time.
I’ll free myself from this burden and go back to my extra ordinary days.
Where my body my soul and my mind are mine to do as I say.