My mind is racing, but running on empty,

Heart is pacing, my thoughts rampage none to gently,

My head throbs, but I don’t know what I feel,

Not made of iron nor steel,

I can’t tell what’s going through my own mind,

Disconnected so much that it is impossible to find,

The key with an unidentifiable lock,

Time ticks past on the metaphorical clock,

Hands that shake and wrists with deep rooted ache,

Popping, crackling, so much pain,

Throbbing, pounding in my brain,

I’m unable to sleep, but trapped in a waking fog,

Hopefully this time after I close my eyes I sleep like a log.