The sickness crept in
Into my mind so cold
It lay dormant and still
Taking an invisible hold
It remained stagnant
I was unaware of it's grasp
Until it was too late
I panic and gasp
It has drained my strength
There is no point in fighting
The sickness has me now
It's written in writing
The white coats
Tell me, my mind needs rest
My steely paranoia
Shouts "it's an evil test"
I can't believe them
Or trust in anything they say
Only my own mind
Can now show me the way
Β©Kim Brown 27th November 2012
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