Crawling Creature

Sometimes I can't hear myself think.
I struggle to find even one, any thought,
but they are lost in the frey, missing.
This loss is sickening, makes my heart sink.
My hands tremble, I'm scarred. Overwrought.
All I can here is my silence hissing.

I see no reflection in the mirror,
not one that I can recognize.
There is just a shadowy outline.
I look closer, try to see clearer.
This image I thouroughly scrutinize.
What stares back I can't define.

A stranger to myself, someone unknown.
I don't recognize my face, my features.
I've lost my thoughts, my head is hallow.
From my life, myself, I've been cast out.
Fighting through the dark, a crawling creature.
Alone and scarred with no path to follow.