Stigma
[this is about someone in my family who is suffering from PD symptoms]
They look at him but he feels
their smiles never really reach
their eyes and he senses a
kind of stigma around him.
Losing control of movement
creeps on him more often now
he stumbles clumsily on
his feet, grasping at thin air.
His tongue seems to run away
in the middle of a speech
his thoughts vanish into space
panic clutches at his throat.
This emotional minefield
carries him like a current
headlong into outer worlds
a landscape of tortured souls
He keeps a constant struggle
to ward off mental anguish
listening to vestiges
of sanity wedged in him.
The wash of fear grips his life
dreams ratchet not his misery
like wind devils not chastened
into silence, stay unleashed.
He wonders if the flutter
of dark wings in his mind will
drive him to lose anchor on
the moorings of his old life.
@jjote posted 6/9/2016
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