Directions, ' To My Mental Health Poem by James McLain

There is more to this.
You are keeping me alive,
why must I, again feel it all.
How many of these others roads.
How many paths were not ever trod?
I see that you feel what I never heard.
I fell up so far I touched her face.
and came back down from there too you.
Because I am a man ' God is a woman.
What did his Eve brush her teeth with?
I am simple,
and simply put, because I am just as I am.
I can not give up the goast like that.
Though I see the ghost when it leaves.
Before they do.
What about those few never lacking.
Pulling up, backing out, pray naught giving out.
The spirt is being willing the mind fades to gray.
As the days grow more dull and I grow more colder.
I like he whom died one hundred years ago.
Still try to hide the mirror in humor.