What's Happening to Me?

I’m late for work
The clock is ticking
Legs won’t rise
Eyes are sticking

Go away
I’ve locked the door
I think I’m sick
My back is sore

What’s happening to me?
When did this begin?
What God could love
The shape I’m in?

My voice has changed
My language too
I’m not deranged
I’m moving through

A different form
Outside the realm of nature
A thunderstorm
A crisis of reality

I’m no butterfly
Within this carapace
Does a man’s soul still reside?
Am I so easily replaced?

Am I not a man
Inside this monstrosity?
Am I not your son?
Why won’t you look at me?

What’s happening to me?
When did this begin?
What God could love
The shape I’m in?