Brain Damage

A Poem by Joey Martinez

I need to regenerate
Before I disintegrate
I need to elaborate
Kneel on all fours and concentrate.
I have to come to a conclusion
And find a way to exit this illusion
Before I get lost in delusion.
Am I really well?
Why do I sit here and dwell?
Is it because my goal for hope has fell?
Or is it because my life has no true stories to tell?
At this rate
It might be too late
I might have met my fate
Because the devil called and asked if I was ready for our date
My mind has a mind of its own
I'm calling for help but no one answers the phone
You can hear the cries for help in my tone
I don't want to end up all alone
And rot here until I'm bones