William P. Harris Sr. Poet Rhyme

The Well

I live in a well
How deep I can't tell
this is not my choice
I am not stupid , I can hear your voice
Echoing off the walls in my mind
In your emotions ,it is understanding I can not find 
overwhelming  to me
All that I see
Your feelings flooding me inside
I am unable to hide
Or confide
Get them confused 
My soul used
Can't separate 
Horrible is that fate
I can not find me at times
Crimes
Whatever Rhymes 
Who is me who is you
Leaves me blue
So I hide
Till my fear does subside
The bottom of the well
Is all I can tell
Autism, the unheard cry
I do not understand why
I thought
For this I fought
Beautiful mind buried, but nurtured just right
Becomes a beautiful flower, when it finds the light

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Nancy Kaufman March 26, 2023 at 11:56 AM I wrote a poem once during covid lock down that described a woman who fell into a loneliness well. You simply process things differently but that doesn't make you an oddity. As a novice writer myself, I must say that this is a very encouraging group of poets here, so keep on writing and join a support group for people with autism if you haven't yet. It might help with the loneliness. William P. Harris Sr. March 26, 2023 at 12:29 PM Ma'am you have much understanding. Compassion. Thank you. These poems are young me. Your words put another poem in my head. Think I'll post it on here