I went to see uncle Tom, because our sicknesses are the same.
I never thought of that before, is genetics to blame ???
So I asked how do describe me, because words I can’t find.
He looked at me and smiled, and said you have an un-quiet mind.
An un-quiet mind ??? I’ll be damned you’re right.
That’s always been my problem, no peace in sight.
From the time I wake up until the time I go to sleep, and all the time in-between
All of the noises and voices, I just wanna scream.
But screaming won’t work, these demons I have to fight.
And they return to do battle each and every night.
One of these days this war will end.
They will defeat me, or I’ll defeat them.
Or maybe I’ll defeat myself and run, and leave them all behind.
Maybe then I can get some rest, from my un-quiet mind.
3 comments
Nice poem. I can relate to this feeling: having our state of mind described first time in words.
Thank you, the sad part is that it’s a true story, my uncle has dealt with this his whole life, my aunt was old school and they lived their lives, Not like today where everybody judges, my ex wife asked me to explain how I felt and I couldn’t, so I talked to uncle Tom and he laughed and told me that I had an un-quiet mind, and as soon as he did, a light went on immediately, and I had finally had some kind of understanding,
I like this.