Frozen Poem by Tina Torun

Life is constantly picking up pieces
To complete a puzzle thats unknown
Waiting for this feeling ceases
Filled wth wimpers and moans
Within the range of my experience
Not too clear to the understanding
Indistinct to any sight or appearance
with doubt and misunderstanding
I attempt to proclaim a resolution
It seems I've been through this before
Determined to succeed and make a decision
but as always I have fallen to the floor
Frozen in the pathological state
Inflammation of the symptoms of my disease
I want nothing more to seem them abate
But they only diminish and stay to tease