I Try Playing My Music, Extra Loud, To Drown out the thoughts as they start to crowd

Hustle and Bustle, Like some concert up front, My very own Mosh pit, Sense I now hunt

Maybe I could push them, through some form of sieve, Fine powder of answers, solutions to give,

But for now they are still Jumble, A Table top Sale, Some Full of Hope, Some Leave me Pale

Back in the quiet, Contemplate, Think, it’s no wonder so many, end up on drink

So I write to express myself, Poems to Share, It keeps me from sinking, into Despair!