Alone I doubt/
To sort out my feelings/
The thought process is brought out/
Will I survive this mental weather?/
To wage a war/
Against the thought/
to drop down four/
And proceed to rot/
The presence of others/
Derangement of colors/
With hue arbidity/
My reflected-self/
Still remains cloudy/
Whether it’s me/
Or the ever-growing insanity/
Rain shrouds a piece of happiness/
We can never put together/
We can never possess/
In our lives full of stress/
Not one to digress I confess less//
Written by Baz 26 Mar 2006
The presence of others/
Derangement of colors/
With hue arbidity/
That part seems very emotionally stirring to me. You always had a way with words, far exceeding my own skill always.
I like that part as well!