Life...

Our Minds a storage

Our exhibits, its garbage or gold

The decision, a choice to make

The effects; glaring or oh so subtle

We smile at dawn

But at dusk our weakness and pain envelop us

Accolades to our names,

But a void so dark and deep

Nothing to the rescue, we are pushed farther and farther to an abyss

Our emotions a labyrinth, a mess; we want change, but how?

We are beaten to shreds by all, even ourselves

We have lost the bedrock of our existence; our core so translucent, yet no one can see

We cry out for help: we scream and reel in anguish

But no, no one can hear, no one to help; not even ourselves

We rescind in disappointment, we hope that someone will notice

We give in to pressures, debilitating pressures that cause our decay

We hurt ourselves even further, but at the time our minds play a trick on us

This feels good

Yes! it felt so good; so we forgot

We forget the dire consequences; we lose our inhibition, our ability to say NO!

We lose our talent, our footing even our love and passion

In the face of nothing, we lose everything

And then we fight endlessly, year in year out

To undo what we started; the destruction we carved out in ignorance

And all the while it seemed like it would work until the final fight.

It is dark, it is loud, such heaviness unexplainable:

A balance sought but my flocculonodular lobe was gone

I see the light, I hear my name

I try, I really try to awaken, but it’s too late

I lost, in the battle for my life

For my sanity; for my everything

I lost. Now it’s all over and I wish I could have my life back

To change it all from the beginning:

The destruction I carved in ignorance: the oxymoron I call life.