A Book I Read Said This Could Happen To Me Poem by James McLain

Unlike the tempest or the spinning whirlpool
small bits of my mind float away.
Has it been to long my wit, lost word's I heard.
Dwelling alone my eye's are filled with tears.
Hurry help me place the leaf back on the tree.

I've seen the numb who cut to feel again.
I look through them now to see the other side.
Dimmer is a world where no one loves to sing.
Doomed to wander witnessed through your dream's
If I have lost all love then quicken me.