The Construction of My Poems

I have words that seem to peculate into my head
But, I cannot say that all makes sense.
Some words torment me to make them into a poem
But, my hands are not always fast enough to put down.
Heteronyms and synonyms make my hands go into a spin.
Other thoughts can be just as confusing.
These could include some antonyms.
Once the poem is complete,
Some poems become like unexpected surprise.
These poems comfort me like an old friend should
But, my old friends are not as welcoming unless I show up.