Hi B
A great, though tragic, description of an overactive mind.

Along with the dreadful plight and lament of the situation, there is a subtext of a manner of pride in the never-ending mental industry going on!

Being a natural-born worrier myself I can entirely relate. Although I am an order freak too, so I wished that the poem was divided up into matching-sized paragraphs.

Sadly, the poem does not come to a happy conclusion with an insight for rest gained. So may I send you best wishes for one more paragraph you have yet to discover? Whereby quiet, hush and relaxing dreams may be yours.


Hope