Senses Are All Mixed Up Poem by Alison Smith

Treading on hot coal again
Astonishing how it feels
Sensing my immortality
Testing my depth of pain
Enjoying how I feel

Seaching for the reasons why
My mind spins round and round
Ending now so abruptly
Leaving me plummeting down
Landing like a jelly flopping to and fro

Trying to create a reality
Out of a dream or two
Usually I stay behind the door
Confined within my mind
Hoping no one can see

Suppose this world stopped spinning
Order would fall apart
Useless to worry really
Nothing to be done if it does
Do you really care anyway?

Senses are all mixed up
Ignore them if you can
Greater the mind beneath them
Hear me, smell me, touch me
Taste me, SEE ME.