What’s lost in the commotion of the toiling mind
Does it return to us, a shining gleam of intelligence?
I forget the last time that I was okay, was it last year, was it before?
When it’s all gone out the window, thrown like dirty sheets,
I’m left with a burden to show that I can keep on keeping on.
Where do I go from here, is there hope for me?
Shall I release my grip on trying to lead a normal life?
There are questions, and I seek answers, though find very few.
My request is that I find peace in the eye of the storm.