The Mind

In the lonely darkness of my room 

I sit on the edge of my bed 

My mind is reeling from the all the that consume my head

 Words that spill out and overflow

 Memories scattered to and fro

 I try to bring some order and peace to this ragged mess 

Peace and order surly you jest

 For there is so much clutter it makes me utter a sigh of distress

 I try again for a little peace and find with some relief 

Order is starting to form in that ragged mess 

Boxes of memories long forgotten.  Boxes of papers thoughts, jokes, and choices made

 If I read all these I will be delayed 

All this work makes me ache 

I think I’ll sleep and take a break