Insanity Is Me

I’m just a spot on a desert plain
Lost in a barren land of empty pain
I’m madness; chaos is my mind
A monster grows down deep inside
Death offers peace with her cold embrace
Why must I wander aimless through hell’s gate
A mad, mad world; a nomad, a wandering soul
Most days I feel alone and cold
The storm rages; a tempest billows, swelling deep within
Darkness wages war against a life in the wind
A mask to hide behind, tucked away from the world
Acquiescing to kindness and love undeserved
This life but a burden to others I see
Of friends, of family and love offered me
These are the days I call my own
Lost in a well, an abyss I call home.

© Alan Zaugg 2020

Mental illness comes in many forms. What one person feels, may be different than another. Meds, coping activities, healthy habits, even therapy, only satiates the illness. They don’t solve the problem or dissolve the disease. Although they help, mental illness will remain. It will always be a part of, or present in, each individual who bears its burden.

Be mindful of your loved ones. Take notice of your friends. Hug them, help them, carry them when they cannot walk. Encourage them and love them. Don’t try…