What is this feeling that’s destroying my me?
The grinding that’s eating away constantly?
The bones of my soul consumed by a gnawing
like a parasitic being, my happiness collapsing.

The catastrophic effect of a catalogue of efforts
ripping me apart like a circus of terrors.
It’s now out of control and my strength is in bits
when emotions cross the line and I can take no more hits.

There used to be a distance, a barrier truly tangible
between that which is thought and that which is physical.
A protective layer that enveloped my psyche.
I was healthy, then, and I felt truly mighty.

However, now I’ve changed as a result of a war
that had to be fought but the effects are too sore
of the collateral damage on this innocent one.
I am now truly broken. The damage has been done.