A pool of thoughts

Drowning , in a pool of thoughts

Losing ,the battles soon fought

Sinking , my brain feels like it will rot

Inching ,I think I will be caught

Squirming , the days have no end

Digging , I doubt that I can defend

Burning , now I will begin to descend

Hoping , I can turn around this trend

My mind

It grinds

It's a sign

Of my decline

Singing , to myself for my own security

Bleeding , trying to save my integrity

Booming , the sound has much intensity

Yearning , these thoughts fire relentlessly

Breathing , inhaling is much more difficult

Gasping , my lungs are so very troubled

Feeding , my brain waves now doubled

Hearing , is off and everything is muffled

My mind

It grinds

It's a sign

Of my decline

Changing , I see a light but it's so very dim

Aging , my demise is making me feel grim

Smiling , inside my head laughs with a grin

Buckling , sorrow spreads much to my chagrin

Facing , the truth now it's been uncovered

Making , the best out of what I've suffered

Nagging , this voice has me so flustered

Cleaning , out my mind , it's so clustered

My mind

It grinds

It's a sign

Of my decline

Bringing , out all the noise , I need a shrink

Seeing , all the problems , I'm at the brink

Dancing , in between the ears , I can't blink

Slamming ,like a jail cell , all I hear is clink

Praying , for the last time this will happen

Wishing , that the final step will take action

Thinking , my brain waves will start a reaction

Believing , to cut them at the knees with a passion

My mind

It grinds

I'm anything but fine

It's the golden sign

That it's the start of my decline