Sleep evades my wandering mind
That is the cause of my poetic rhyme...

Something inside me screams to be released
Its roars and rips and tear refuse to cease...

A corner filled with baseball cards,
The bookcase plied high...

Walking barefoot in the sand
As rolling thunder shakes the land...

You want to know why I cried,
In art the other day...

Your friend stands alone
Yet surrounded by a crowd...