Unseen Pain

The rise of mental fog

Makes the days hard to log

Exactly the whens

You begin to feel the pins

One big mystery to be solved

One problem resolved

Another becomes visible

Making you seem invisible

You’re on a merry-go-round

Without making a sound

Pained

Drained

Strained

Stained

You wonder what’s the point

Realizing you hurt in all joints

Tired from getting up at night to pee four times in a row

You crawl to the kitchen for a morning cuppa joe

Fourteen bottles of pills

Don’t even fix all of the ills

It’s like they give you a Band-Aid for a fixall

And turn a blind eye to what really causes it all

To them, you’re just another name on the list

When all along, all you want to do is come out of the mist