I Think I Need Help Poem by KENNETH FORDHAM

In the golden night,
The sun so bright,
It covers the stars and moon.
Where am I whence I were not,
Lost in a sea of words and gloom.
I went to the left, which was right,
So why am I sitting here, standing?
Up is down but all around,
To put it straight forward, not demanding.
My hands are tied, so I cant type,
To let you know what’s happening.
I know this is wrong, so it is right,
There’s no use arguing,
Somewhere I am not,
Where I will always be,
If I were blind I could see,
The darkness so brightly shining.
I Think I need help.