In Short... The Story Of Self Poem by James Darwin Smith II

Untrusting matter
Of a nervous state
Sweating dry motions
In a whirlwind of thoughts
Always storming self
Through night and day

So what is a matter?
We all are
If that means anything
At any time of the week
Weary from the first day
If only these thoughts
Could find refuge
Far away from disarray

All is normal
In a weird way

It's so lonely
Thinking so differently
But hey
There has to be light
At the end of the tunnel


The story of myself continues on