Sight Unseen

Deep in a hole, no more an abyss. Searching for light, or source of escape Knowing neither, why or how I buried myself, deep under ground Suffering for weeks, Absent of Joy Bed inescapable, a fortress of hell. Stress constantly crushing, onto chest: Like a steel anvil, heavy with anger they mock me, quiet, distant, happy, even ecstatic facial gestures. The condition isn't physical, So: He must be, "just be lazy!" Is Escape Possible, when your mind is prison? No diagnostic test, accurate enough exist, Cause unclear, lacking visible trauma, No damage, Specialist Labeled, "Hypochondriac" The 21st Century, Modern and Advanced: Mental illness, stigmatized still? If you want to feel better, Then: "Use some Will, JESUS!" Twenty two days, three hours sleep. Ten days later, awake just two. Attempt again, to will my function.... Still, Constant , Feeling won't change.... "Manic Depressive,a Frustrating Myth" Hendrix mentally anguished, Architect of self demise. Condition Labeled new, Politically Correct. Wishing once, they lived, briefly, in this brain. Willing a change, Still suffering the same, Imagine a Second, daily, praying for change. three Attempts failed, at medicating me sane Wishing the cure, simple-minded as your advice: "Try Harder"