Patients' Progress

One day
You are fine and fit
and are calling the world
"it"

next day
you are
in" it"

Worst
you don't
even
know it.

Strange
otherworldly
alien
primeval

your sentences
garbled noises
your thoughts
rubbish

you
a painful
mass of flesh
oneself

racked with
agony
of unspoken
words/thoughts/reactions

what are you?
human/inhuman
subhuman
where do you
stand?

Science
stands
a befuddled
bystander

While
world
thrashes
crashes

agonising
swaying
in and out
 of conscious
and unconscious
pain