Head up whilst my body follows idly along
I struggle to smile as my vision is blurred by thick fog
I wriggle to release myself from this prosthetic skin
One red eye as that jagged vein scratches against my glossy eyeball
Staring at the facts and the threats, yet I cannot act in time
It makes me want to scream my purpose out loud
And see if anyone can relate to my pain?
Must I say goodbye to this passion of mine;
This aching swell that never seems to go
That’s seems to rule my thoughts and turns everything
Into a cryptic poem;
I invite you to dissect this raging thought
Relentless wrath which rules and will not calm

The pitch of my thought changes and hazes
As I am greeted by the soft purrs of my feline friend
And smile at her willingness to roll over
And for me to scratch her head with my pen
Which suddenly does not seem so angry with me.