"Syndrome"

by Lianne Olive Hennig
 

Confusion reigns supreme -
Is life but a dream?
Is solidity hallucination?
My nerve ends are shortened through abrasion.

Where does reality begin?
How does my mind, though closed, absorb what's out into within?
Solid things seem to fly through the room while I
Stand, wryly noting my mind speed ahead,
Making live things I know are dead.

Tight, I feel the coil inside and
Wait till anxieties subside.
Tense, my nerves, tho’ my bod's relaxed;
Invisible energies seem taxed.

Silent screams form in my throat and,
Behind my eyes, my brain does bloat.
Cold fire emanates from my head,
Saying things I want unsaid.

Fidgets concentrate my mind but
Sightful eyes pretend I’m blind -
Scared to close their heavy lids since
Nightmares form in their shaded grids, and
Afraid to look about the room
In case some object starts to zoom…

I pray to God for peace within
While a lampshade seems to spin…
I thank the Lord or all I’ve got,
Hoping my body stops feeling hot…

Praise the world for love and laughter -
Good will be here, ever after…
Please make my body go to sleep and
Hope my soul will Jesus keep.
Try to will him here with me…
Try to make the bad thoughts flee…

Wow…
I think I’m gonna…
Drowse… and soon my dreams I’ll calmly… browse.

Think… of the future… not of now…
Sleep… has… got me…
By the…
Brow….