Non Compos Mentis

Pain that rips across my head Like a bullet in the sky Other problems are the cause Answers to which belie Clearly it’s not straightforward As a multi-faceted mind plight The road still being navigated With no clear end in sight What does it take, one wonders To strip me from this shell I must somehow battle endless angst And fight my way out of this hell The tendency to go insane Is soothed by the sounds of drops of rain Providing consolatory solace to The prison in my brain On an excursion of investigation To a solution momentous A dilemma once explored by Freud My ‘non compos mentis’ Healing, a path Will take much time Dealing with each of the root causes Obstacles, I’m yet to climb Bearing little room for pauses