The Shakes
A sudden storm
The constant knee shaking is my only warmth
Sweat trickles off my hands
My brain can’t keep up with its own demands
It comes and goes in waves
Kind of like a phase
A phase that sticks around
In an empty room yet still feel surrounded
A sudden case of the shakes
A sudden case of which I can not escape
Everyone asking if I’m okay
If I say no they’ll have nothing to say
“Take a deep breath\"
I have heard that again and again
31.1% of people suffer from the shakes
48% are self-diagnosed
Almost half of people which suffer from this ghost
This ghost that continues haunting
It’s almost like it’s taunting
Taunting me with what my life could be
The only cure being meditation or medications
I want to be cured of the shakes
But there\'s almost no way
I can trace shapes on my hand
Until my finger falls asleep
Wow I have fallen deep
I’m hopeless
Hopeless of being cured
I’m tired
Tired of this ghost making me insecure
Tired of trying to unwire
Unwire which has been ruined
Ruined by the shakes
Why do I feel like I\'m losing
In the game of existence
I’ve lost all resistance
Of the shakes
Of the ghost
Of the thing that\'s taken all control
Only so long before this thing
This thing that dominates me
Winds up and breaks me
I\'m not anxious I swear
I\'m just struggling for air
I\'m momentarily unaware
I wish I wasn’t part of the 31.1%
I wish my mind could have been spared
It’s not fair
I’m ripping out my hair
Can I just be repaired
Stay active, have a good diet, practice mindfulness
I\'m just gonna stay quiet