The Same Old Tune

Lately I have been battling with depression and anxiety so I decided to write a short poem.

This mind of mine cannot retrain itself like once could

Thoughts moving side by side like rows all stacked together

Like a domino effect waiting patiently to play its part

Needlessly, playing the same tunes in my head

As a record needle skipping then replaying

How I long for serene past dreams

To wake up in a tide of misty pools

With a nice cool breeze as I take a deep breath in

But being stricken with this lumbering body of mine

One that used to be a temple now just a bushel of rags

A Mind that used to be so vivid and creative and dreamy

Now just all there hanging around like Pinocchio’s strings dangling

A child at heart inside an adult body

This part I could feel oh so blindly

But time marches on with or without me

If it was me, I would freeze it even just for just a moment as an ice cube

But then the ice eventually breaks and shatters

Creating those clear misty pools

And I could feel these waves crash once more

Again, and again