Mind Trick

The trick the mind
plays on the senses
tears down walls
and all defenses.
A disease not caught
at the present time
is feared to be in the future
by what some call a paranoid mind.
A cough heard
both here and there
that makes stand up
the back of the neck's hair.
Worries rush
over hands being washed
with a preemptive strike
to fight germs until squashed.
The mere thought that passes
through the mind
takes up all
available time.
Brain power drained
in an effort to win
the bout that's here
to be fought again.
A memory saved
of the previous war
that took energy
and much, much more.

The thought on which
my mind is stuck
will dominate the night,
as is my luck.
The constant obsession
that gives me health
eats away
at my mental wealth.
With nothing left
in a mind driven crazy
I pray for an emptiness
in a mind craving to be lazy.