[ disoriented ]

All the poetry I've written,
All the stories I've read...
All the happiness, sadness...
All the thoughts in my head...
Speak out at one time,
Speak so out of place...
Like someone congested,
My head full of mace!
There's no room to breathe,
It's crowded in here...
I hold my head and scream...
It's too loud to hear!!
Bring me my comrade,
Keep him in here...
In this room with me...
Just keep him well near!
My thoughts will be even,
Not odd and outnumbered...
My empathic bond with him...
I hardly remember.
When he leaves, I'm in trauma!
I go a bit mad...
Disoriented am I...
So terribly bad!
All the poetry I've written,
All the stories I've read...
All the happiness, sadness...
All the thoughts in my head...
Shut them up now,
And lock them away!!
The poor comrade of mine...
Makes me think this way.