I stare in frustration, my thoughts collide,
my mind feels swollen, nowhere to hide.
Rummaging blindly through a foggy haze,
lost in the blur of endless maze.
My fists hit my head, in weary despair,
my mind drips heavy, thickened with care.
A sad smile forms, weak on my face,
I search and search, caught in place.
I grasp for sight, I dig, I dive,
but all I feel is a restless drive.
My brain screams loud, my eyes start to burn,
my ears ache too, for peace they yearn.
Then I find it—a fidget, a spin,
a moment's comfort held deep within.
I watch it whirl, as if I'm there,
lost in the spin, lost in the air.
The noise fades out, the world grows still,
my mind finds calm, but not at will.
Yet, there it is—another thing gone,
my textbook lost, the calm withdrawn.
I groan and sigh, it starts again,
the endless loop, the search, the strain.
Oh, how I wish my eyes would see,
the simple things that set me free. .
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