I am sick and tired of being sick and tired,

Of people looking at me funny and having my brain rewired.

And being sedated and having so much to do,

Of finding my mind which I know again I’m just about to lose.

I don’t know what lesson I should have learnt,

From the fires of Haides and how they have burnt.

But by now,

I would have thought that somehow.

We could find a way to rewind,

Put to rest our weapons and learn to find.

Some place to go to unwind,

Relax a bit and have some chill time.

A piece of me,

Wants to be at peace you see.

But, I haven’t found the piece of you that matches up with me,

It’s hard to believe.

But my body feels like an alien technology that is captive,

The quietest room in the world is such a loud place to live.

People seem like they are inhabited by aliens,

That didn’t know what they were until they became humans with no strings.

Things have gone a bit far,

Before you ask me who I am, you should ask yourself who you are.

I’m so claustrophobic here in space,

It feels like the irreplaceable is being replaced.

But, that’s probably my mistake,

So, I’ll just await my fate.

When I don’t know how I got here, how long should I wait?

It feels like I’m swimming with sharks and I am the goddamn bait,

Ready for the world to rip my skin off to undo their own mistake.

The sacrificial lamb and they didn’t hesitate,

Their bloodied spear sticks in my fractured rib without a second of delay.

No place for me to play,

No where safe to enjoy the day.

I ask myself “is there even any point to prayer?”

A voice returns with “I don’t know what to say.

But, I’ll search for the peace that’s been lost along the way,

And when I find it, I’ll save it for a rainy day.”

[Written: 2025-03-21]