Change

My mind will swirl and often whirl,

around this place and in my head.

I dart from here and run from there,

I cannot see and hardly dare,

to take the things I cannot do.

To stand up straight,

and ask who's, who?

I'm in a flash,

I'm in a stare.

I'm overwhelmed,

I cannot dwell,

in pain of past,

it seems like Hell.

It's hot and dry,

an old hotel,

inside my mind.

It's where I find,

troubled maze,

of this I change!

K.A.P.

8/9/2009