What is in my mind

I find that deep in my mind is a state. One that I create and I can break free. I can't unwind or find the time. So I write these lines with a twist and rhyme. . With my crippled fingers in a fist I see the cracks in my skin. Though they wear thin on upon the fortified hands. I fewl them turn to sand. Peeling away to bare the bone.

The gray in mind leads me insane. What is left of my brain rotting in the drain. Like a religion I find the failure of the mission and see just the division. Spirt, body, and mind. . I find I am far unique. I will reach my peek. The dreams I seek