Lost my mind,

see sight fright

I find in failing

moms delight.

The roots me

long ago came;

pain a friend it

calls by name.

All bottles gave

me deep thirst,

my mind numb

dulls the worst.

I see visions for

I too can dream.

What I call real

you do not see.

I fallen fraught,

distemper suits.

For a disease is

in full pursuit.

I see the looks,

as daggers cut;

all drink it in,

judgement’s cup.

Lets be content,

let us be sober.

But sober I find

life is torture.

I know nothing,

no answer suits.

My diseased tree

births no fruit.