The Shakes

A sudden storm The constant knee shaking is my only warmth Sweat trickles off my hands My brain can’t keep up with its own demands It comes and goes in waves Kind of like a phase A phase that sticks around In an empty room yet still feel surrounded A sudden case of the shakes A sudden case of which I can not escape Everyone asking if I’m okay If I say no they’ll have nothing to say “Take a deep breath I have heard that again and again 31.1% of people suffer from the shakes 48% are self-diagnosed Almost half of people which suffer from this ghost This ghost that continues haunting It’s almost like it’s taunting Taunting me with what my life could be The only cure being meditation or medications I want to be cured from the shakes But there's almost no way I can trace shapes on my hand Until my finger falls asleep Wow I have fallen deep I’m hopeless Hopeless of being cured I’m tired Tired of this ghost making me insecure Tired of trying to unwire Unwire which has been ruined Ruined by the shakes Why do i feel like i'm losing In the game of existence I’ve lost all resistance Of the shakes Of the ghost Of the thing that's taken all control Only so long before this thing This thing that dominates me Winds up and breaks me I'm not anxious I swear I'm just struggling for air I'm momentarily unaware I wish I wasn’t part of the 31.1% I wish my mind could have been spared It’s not fair I’m ripping out my hair Can I just be repaired Stay active, have a good diet, practice mindfulness I’m just gonna stay quiet I’ll keep denying it I'll keep it on paper