All those days and nights
when the nightmares gripped my brain in a vice,
their tentacles pulverising my senses,
running round and round like a rat on a wheel
always going nowhere recognizing nothing
in a crowd , but all alone.
The torture, medicated to the max.
What changed that?
Patience and love,
belief in the joy germ within my heart
You gave me hope
and a point to life.