I feel heavy,
Slightly dizzy,
A little hazy,
Some say lazy.
It hit again.
My old friend,
Controls my actions,
Strong distraction.
22 words before this point,
Some, the hardest I\'ve ever written.
My brain is screaming jumbled thoughts,
And I don\'t want to listen.
So I try to write,
To pick the topic,
Rhyming words,
Can sometimes stop it.
Different themes,
And rhyming schemes,
Pushed and mangled,
To make sense.
And yet this time, like others, failed.
My inner self, is lost, derailed.
And holding on for others sake,
I hope to come back, before its to late.