The Syndrome

A poem I wrote describing what it is like having Asperger's Syndrome.

Confusion sets in as I take a walk

Thinking on how to create impact

Time ticks on as the mind settles

Making sure to keep things intact

The ride feels endless as it stirs

Creating sensations to dull it down

And noises and colors seem to blur

Spinning cautiously to make round

Through the cages that blister in me

Seeing through these chaotic eyes

Numbness follows as I go deep

Peeling away as moments die 

The sorrow seems to almost loosen

When I focus all deep intentions

Creating a world by itself entirely

Damning thoughts keep attention

Then the frown turns in and around

As being pulled by the opposite forces

A solitary confinement in my dull mind

Seasons change while I change courses

Though when I speak I do not clarify

When it seems to fact I try to hide

Even though I fathom to duly nullify

A path lays above me within the sky

A pride sensation gathers at the mass

A moment withers as I begin to burst

A child screams at smiles as they pass

The occurrence begins when to curse

So when I try to change the means

Of regular opaque serenity dreams

I fight to gather what seeps into me

Tilling away at the burden of the key