Fear

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My fingers are numb
Stiff from an invisible cold
They rattle
Like an old engine
In desperate need of oil
They grasp endlessly
Catching nothing
Shrinking nonstop

My legs are weak
Trembling from an unknown cause
They threaten to give way
Like a decaying wood
Eaten by termites
They drag me along
Struggling to keep up
Wanting to give in

My body is sore
Throbbing from unstoppable pain
My head is loud
Taken over by voices
They torment me with lies
Like a guardian punishing a child
They jeer at me
I’m lost in this moment

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I don’t know how much of a poetry this is. I’m trying and failing. One moment I’m recovering and the next, well nothing. I can’t sleep. I can’t get my mind under control and the headache wouldn’t go away. I’m scared of a lot of things. I refuse to think about them at the moment. I refuse to talk about them as well.

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