I try to write a poem,
When I am alone at night,
When the snorers snore,
In dull yellow light…

I don’t get far?
Emotions overwhelm
Anxieties, and allergies
Mix terror up with phlegm.

I wish I could stop thought;
I wish I could escape my mind;
So I try aligning the chaos,
In writing, and leave it behind.

But emotions are bedlam,
Mixed with my urge to know,
So these lie awake with me
And follow wherever I go.