Reginald

When thoughts fail, or words do not come Though all alone emotion remains I should not be guided by this But I can get divided by this So what then When thoughts fail or words do not come I pick up my pen; its words will not be in vain I bleed my emotions with this I can narrow an ocean with this But what then Because sometimes my thoughts fail and words do not come I take it, I take that medicine they said to take I take the medicine to stay awake I take that medicine so that I do not break But I am broken Because my thoughts have failed and the words do not come I beautiful beach with the sun setting to the right Right before the night Over the mossy green cliff With tree tops peaking on every riff I want to reach out and touch it, and feel it But I cannot Because I am in glass box Not too much bigger than my thoughts that won’t come The words I cannot use to cry for help because they fail But in this glass box no one seems to hear me anyway In this glass box I cannot touch it the landscape, and it cannot touch me In this glass box I cannot hear them, and they cannot hear me. I . . . am. . . more. . . than . . . stuck I am imprisoned Because the thoughts they fail me Because the words they do not come For me this box is Bi-polar depression But for this time I could share Because for this time the thoughts did come The words did not fail me. Do you see?