Abnormal

I embark on this road, feeling alone and vanquished, hoping to be victorious.
I've lost many battles, losing, I feel a piece of myself in each one, ripped, tattered, and torn.
I'm worn out and want to head for home.
This path of life is cumbersome, weary and dark at times.
For me, no peace from endless skirmishes with the very enemy of my soul.
I'm crying, my wailing stirring the birds and stilling the woods,
As the eerie howl of a weary man raises itself to the scowling moon,
Intent on darkening the soul.
But I stumble on,
Relentless in my search for peace that may very well not exist,
Except in the world of medications and white rooms,
With doctors who speak jargon I can't understand.

II
The forest crawls closer, seemingly trapping me in,
Desperate I push aside branches, towards some unknown direction
Pushing for some hidden call desperate to be anywhere but here
And when I get to that anywhere, my soul pushes on till I am lost
Within myself wandering down paths long forgotten
But I stumble on,
Tired, weary, no rest for this poor soul
Except to look around, try to find my bearings,
To no avail, and my cry echoes back like a haunting reminder
I am alone.