Lost in a snow storm
A blizzard icing away all of my warm dreams
Confusion exists
Rather than clear logic...
How can one coexist with others when I am  this deeply scared and sick?
A tornado of ideas
I seem to never be able to catch even one thought  to make ideas happen
Success never  sticks.
The spiral to my mental demise is crippling
Doctors seem to have no clue
As money is the answer I don't have
Skills to make things work
Are oh so  tiring and Glowing A Death Color of Blue.
Sadness reigns.
I can do nothing but sleep.
Dreaming of things I wish to have
I awaken to the same mental storms
Like "Jack The Ripper"
A slow murderer that still seems to creep.