I am torn, pulled asunder
My thoughts seem to wander
Are they mine, or of others?
The clutter is in every corner
Speak that I may know you
Or be silent so I may know
Yours and mine are combined
Where I end, you start, I will find
You whisper in my ear, darkly
I feel your thoughts deep inside
Am I finally losing my mind?
Or are you a part as I unwind?
Stoic Poetry
Through The Cracked Window (Revisited) 