It Is So Poem by James McLain

The gears those wheels
within my mind never
stopping grinding
on the rocks crashing
it is so.

I try to park them
I try to restart them
by the use of minimal
meds
I try to
thwart them why
it is so.

My mind runs it never stops
one, two, three
or more days
when it stops
I finally fall
exausted in my bed
it is so.

I am the runner
of the bright night
keeper of the
your dark days
it is said they are
numbered
it is so.

Always stars falling
fire always burning
from within me
no more killing
it is so.

Surrounded by people
whom rise by
my fall
hearing them talk
it is so.

Loving the rain
it washes me clean
looking out at the waves
not wanting to drown
pulling me down
it is so.