Lack of Grace

I can feel it in me like a sickness or a tick a virus in my brain and it slowly makes me sick since this virus is not normal and resides within my mind they say to see a doctor but it lives to deep to find I search my head each night in lue of getting any sleep I'm afraid of all the memories I have chosen not to keep the monsters in their homes breathing heavy all around I tip-toe through this nightmare not making any sound Three eyed beings and monsters chant as I'm lurking through my past I see all the things that I once loved with the things that didn't last As the sun climbs the sky my hiding spots begin to fade and before I can reach an answer I'm forced to hide back in the shade As one journey ends another begins and I open my eyes Still not feeling any better, nothing changes, no surprise I get up to start another day, a wishful smile on my face While hoping I can find myself and restore my former grace