Internal chaos
Jumbled thoughts
I wish
for those times
when things were easier
books would give
books would provide
Lonely, I could crawl
Back into my shell
Of false experience
And stolen knowledge
Now I've once emerged
And unable to return
I must try to stand
On my own two feet
With the help of my friends
True friends
To pull me down from the starts
to which I propel myself
Unable to think
Except along the lines
Which my heart guides
Not logical thought.

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 [kristin buxton]  [email]  [poetry]