A Tale Of Mental Health

Too many thoughts each one waiting for its turn,

Creeping into the soul that has been left unconcerned,

Sleeplessness marks the beginning

grinning at the futile efforts of ours to be at serene

Petrifying images, imaginary scenarios leave us to grieve the happiness that has long been ceased

Puppet at the hands of uneasy emotions,

Controlling our every motion,

Being free is the only devotion

But all it needs is some affection.