I feel sick

I am sick of being sick
but the sickness is not sick of me
The soul rots the body
While gravity ways heavy on the mind

The brain becomes numb from the hum
Without a drink to ease my tong
I find myself questioning myself
To find what it is I believe

Like a curse leaving the body
Sometimes rest is all that is needed
But rest just leads to more questions
and answers only leads to more questioning

The forest seems so far from me
I am detached from where I want to be
Roaming through the desert
What does it mean to be free?