P is for "Pell-Mell"

I am close to tears because of this strain

Not from sitting on a dirty drain

Neither hiding behind the train

I won't cry in the rain

For my tears will be in vain

Eyes that see me feel no pain;

But I don't want them to gain

The pain that flows through my vein

After feeding on the entire brain,

The organ we consider the main;

Now, I feel I am already slain

Resting on a windowpane

My right hand still holding a pen

The left, with a notebook, just plain.

The only solution is to pull the mane (Photo courtesy: Click LINK)

I ain't sure how to break this chain

But I know I am forced to remain.

To others, I try to maintain

That I am not going insane.

But this agony is hard to restrain

Even as a matured man;

Sometimes, I wish I can complain

About the toxin that it contain

The severity of this sprain

But I can, only if I abuse cocaine

Which I think is just inane

Something that I always disdain.

The only solution I retain

Is to weep while pulling my mane.

“It’s not the load that BREAKS you down, it’s the way you carry it” – LOUHOLTZ