Helen Hirwa

What Is This?

Trapped inside my mind. A dark room I sit. Questioning myself, Why do I think like that?

No one has an answer.

My thoughts fight for their turn.

But all that is left is the scar of a burn. I try to keep calm.

But my thoughts will never give up.

No one has an answer.

The doctor tells me to rest,

So my mind is blind.

But there I sit like a sloth that has nothing else to find, With thoughts that run in a heartbeat,

Every which way in repeat.

Only if I knew what I could do,

But, no one has an answer.

After a long day,

My thoughts drain me down into a well, One that is never ending.

I try so hard to pull myself out but,

No one has an answer.

When I try to work,

I fail to keep my thoughts straight,

All scrambled and caught up in a tight rope. Please can someone cut the rope?

I'm tired.

I am so tired.

It is so hard for me to see reality as it is,

My brain acts like the surroundings are virtual, just a game.

I have no control over what is happening around me. I can only watch as the players walk by.

My memories short.

My emotions gone.

When will it stop?

Will it stop the moment I sleep every night? Will it stop when I am alone?

Will it stop when I close my eyes?

When?

When will it stop?

No one has an answer.