Crippled
A Mental Health Poem
Twisting, Turning, Trembling, The thoughts won’t stop.
The thoughts won’t stop, No longer in my control, Controlling my existence, They churn my insides.
The thoughts won’t stop, They wish to conquer me, They wish to kill me, To become me, another me.
The thoughts won’t stop, They are racing through, My brain, my veins, my heart, They are overcoming me.
The thoughts won’t stop, From intangibility of their own existence, They wish to actualize themselves, Into the tangibility of this world through me.
The thoughts won’t stop, They won’t let me breathe, With bated breaths and, Sombre sighs I write this.
The thoughts won’t stop, For every neuron in my brain, Is shouting and shattering, The bony firmament of my skull.
The thoughts won’t stop, For each breath is feeling, Like a tsunami of thoughts, Inside me, the me I think I am.
The thoughts won’t stop, For every effort of mine, Is falling flat, I am losing myself.
The thoughts won’t stop, For every thought is, Pushing me over the edge, Of this world, my world.
The thoughts won’t stop, Ruminating inside me, Ruining my insides, Blocking the world outside.
The thoughts won’t stop, I feel I am drowning, Can’t breathe no more, Can’t feel life anymore.
The thoughts won’t stop, I need to be alive, I need to remember myself, I need to be awake.
The thoughts won’t stop, I muster my strength, Feel my breath some more, Invigorating my will some wore.
The thoughts won’t stop, But same shall I do, I shall stop them, For I am the master of my own.
The thoughts won’t stop, But now I am awake, Eyes wide open, They have to stop.
The thoughts won’t stop, I take a deep breath, Find the end of it, Holding onto it some more.
The thoughts won’t stop, I stand in the void, The end of path of breath, There are no thoughts anymore.
The thoughts have stopped, At last, I feel cradled by the emptiness, And abundance of this void.
I am at last, In peace, My piece of existence, Intact.
I am at last, Crippled no more, By my thoughts, I am infinite now.