This is what being sick does to my thought process

My mind aches
as if my head itself will soon just break
And this present pain
aggravates
But I try not to
to let it
make more irrate
Is it
fate
for me to be crippled by a dyslexic pain
……….
For me to hurt
For me to have
healing
Torn my hands
..But not
my mind

Concrete
Defeat
.. what a
design

I deliberately make myself
blind
to the
barrage of whirs and clicks
Indicating
the

Passage
of time

An existentialist
With
A
Mix of mental rifts

A monumental
Shift
Showing you dipped
in
darkness

And found
a
satisfying
sarcastic
emboldening force

Now all you are
is
bombastic
With

A furious chokehold
on remorse