My Memory Left Floats Bye Poem by James McLain

Perhaps it was simply the total
cumlative effects of the psycical, and pyscological trauma.
Not really sought out,
yet the sun is and was so very hot.
I must seek it out and I have this like can you?
I must wait a while and please sit and rest with me.
Freinds the few did not know of they whom to trust they did.
Previously lived, hidden from veiw by some untrained, I Am burried.
I think I'm that crazy man,
hoarding rags throwing colors against the wall, at you.