It's been going on three years now,
It gets worse and I talk about it less.
Three years of swimming upstream
In a river of cognitive stress.

I don't recall what it's like
To feel rested after a restful night.
I don't remember not feeling high
Simply because all of the lights are too bright.

Friends presume that all is well
But it hinders me every day.
It is a dim room with stagnant air.
Grey clouds that never change.

I can't keep up anymore,
It's far too much of a strain,
Ever since the incident long ago
That bludgeoned and blunted my brain.

I trudge through every day
Shoes weighted with lead.
It feels like a dream
Because it's all in my head.

Seaside Melodies
Fire-lit Stars
Ocean-like Eyes
Halfway to Mars
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Waterfall Mist
Mending Stitches
Lavender Lips
&
Stolen Kisses

It is just blank
empty
void
hollow
just noise
just nothing, but
idiotic and
stupid
...
..
.
the promises
the poor get
..
.
the News channels...
and the news readers
..
.
the life
of the ordinary
..
.
the politicians
and their doings
..
.
the schools
and the "education" they provide
..
.
the food
the tastes of the poor
..
.
the health
and health factories (hospitals)
..
.
the relations
and the value systems
..
.

It is just blank
empty
void
hollow
just noise
just nothing, but
idiotic and
stupid
...
..

How interesting is it that
We are so quick
To sacrifice our sanity
In the belief that others can
Hold up our sky?