I think I have Restless Mind Syndrome. I have not had it diagnosed but it should be, I might need to suggest to my doctors to add it to the medical books. I think on second thought if I made that suggestion, I might get a strange look. I wonder if the doctor would think I was a hypochondriac. The condition gets worse when I hit the pillow and try to sleep, and sometimes troubles me to the point were I become an Insomniac. I think and think and think and my thoughts seem to swim; so much so that it is hard to keep track of were my thoughts end or begin. If I was a drinker I might reach for some gin. In cases like this it seems like my train of thought seemed to have derailed long ago. The symptoms of my condition seem to be getting worse each year, one example is that when I try to write something down such as a phone number the numbers get messed up between my mind and the paper; It would appear that I have dyslexia because some numbers get reversed. I get so frustrated to the point of tears at times, and fear that I am on the verge of losing my mind. I think of all the things left to do, or think of things I should have done better, and I wonder what is the matter with me, when I think to much I fear insanity; I wish that I had a more normal mind. I hope someone can find the cure for my Restless Mind soon before I run out of time.
This poem was inspired by a poem By SoulSurvivor called RLS-20w I thought of this after I made a comment on that poem, when I said that I think I have Restless Mind Syndrome.