Mental Wasteland Poem by Nate Snowball

I walk through the chaos of the disaster.
Jagged ends threaten me from all directions,
warning me to keep my distance.
Dense fog swirls by,
ensuring I cannot make sense of the chaos.
Just an observer in my mind,
unable to investigate the disaster in my own head.
The locusts feeding on the life that survived,
cutting short my stay.

What could cause such a nightmare to exist,
and why can't I wake from this hell?