Machtlos

Hey Mos, I have perused this poem several times before coming back to comment. I understand the spacing as signifying the disjointed thought processes. The poem itself tends to remind me of my daughter fighting the mania side of her bipolar disorder. And fight she did, with herself and with me.

As an aside, I LOVE the word 'whilst' must the part of me that loves the Romantic and Victorian ages (both of which I have recently studied in school). I love the feel of old language mixed in with modern, kind of like a throw back to our beginnings or maybe even like a chance to do something over and maybe get it right the second time around. Your writing always intrigues me though.... 

----- LIFE: I messed up, can I have a 'do over'?