third to the party

i'm losing my head

my body shipped out

earlier today 

i never ask why

i do the things i do

why i can't sleep

when there are two pagers on the table

today i received some comfort from

a new friend

a warm feeling enters my blood

holds me through

the storm living in my head

in a few days

i'll have the leash of alert

tied to me at

two different points

a chemical induced vibration

makes me eyes big

my legs young and sprinting

there's an experience to carry

maybe it will stick 

most likely it will

the emotional memory

resonates and shakes and

invades your sleep

pick me up my friends

form mountains under my feet

bathe me in your friendship 

listen to my wounds

i catch these things

as a third party to life

Reviews

[Tkess]

Excellent write my good man. I enjoyed the last few lines,
"listen to my wounds
i catch these things
as a third party to life"

[Becky C Strukamp]

Love the title and love the poem. Another delicious writing that calls to our inner self and allows to feel good, nourishes our souls and quiets our minds, Excellent poem. Most excellent!!

[Daytonight]

Ah friendships to carry us. That is one of the greatest things. Friends can lift us up when we are down and be there for us. Great write Thomas. Keep on penning