I feel down
In the dumps
Severe mental illness
It isn’t for chumps
I am utterly fatigued
With no energy
I lie in bed like a beached whale
I wish I were fancy free
I lack motivation
To do anything
I hope for peace
That only Christ can bring
I take many medications
To treat my broken mind
I pray for healing
The demons I bind
I have anxiety
It vexes me so much
My mental illness
Christ can crush
I experience
Many a hallucination
Often, they disturb me
Were they due to predestination
I also have
Delusions
They are unwelcome
Intrusions
Someday I will have
A new mind
Until then, it’s peace
I want to find
by Zachary Uram
(C) 2025
