Psychotic, Free Verse Poem

[Verse 1]

Migraines nagging, achy effect

Memories of sleep dreams can’t seem to connect

Agonizing pain, I feel traumatized

From irritating to piercing, diagnosed with mental homicide

Struggling to get through, rehab won’t do

Future is crystal clear, but my bones won’t act upon it

Oracle predictor of my life, a gift and a curse

Injury within, no one can nurse

They tell me to think, but I think I’ve thought too much

Spikes and jabs of stings, because I don’t have crutches

Being alone doesn’t help either, it only encourages

Illusions and delusions my mind cannot stop seeing mirages

The ability of bringing complexity and abstract meanings

Brain freeze, I’m so numb to my feelings

They claim it was a gift from the gods themselves

If that’s true then I’ve brought this torment onto myself