Ramblings

A quiet mind is my desire
As life takes its course
To find that light of fire
That does not dim and wane and does not glow so brightly that it burns and sears the brain
Rendering one at a pinnacle of writing, but places one in a constant of insanity
Creating formulas and mathematical equations such as time = infinity and a proof to go along
Begging and pleading with doctors to please slow the brain, but don't make one a bumbling idiot
With drool on the face, hands stiff and robotic while one struggles with the gait
Shoelaces removed, no razors to shave and clippers taken away from the women who is insane
No dignity left here
Afraid to participate in society as rumors will be shared
Of a woman who dared to live, but fell from the precipice so many times
No one wants to see this woman who is insane
Please God she pleads why oh Lord me
Have you turned a deaf ear
On this writer who had a good career
Trying to struggle out of the void
That society has stamped across her head
Please God I am not dead