one shall attempt to write a poem for two
two writers dishing up something in one
one starting with the introductory part
part two following until they conclude

do you get the drift to this type of verse*
verse one then verse two taking a turn
turn of hands working in an interchange
interchange is how it will be achieved

on reading this you'll have some ken
ken which shall show a collaboration's link
link the two pens together as one piece
*piece by piece the stanzas fall into place

I fear my mind is breaking.
It ripples.
And shakes.
And inevitably builds it self again.
I've never been the one to be in control, But i feel even less so now.
Even at the moment the world wobbles.
The morning...Maybe the evening?
I can't tell.
But Ive been feeling that this time is running thin.
Ive been breaking from within .
Wispy thoughts of grander things keeping me akin to a boy.
Or maybe a Man? Something in between?
But it feels like pain, sorta like death, like fading warmth.
Something like a ball of ice cold pessimism I can't shake.
a fever dream of a psychotic break.
like a fear of tomorrow.