Insane Believing Poem by Donald R Wolff JR

From the pounding in my brain
The noise is getting louder
Oh, why am I insane
The blame, I lie and ponder

Hearing what they say
Why are they always yelling
Calling out such crazy claims
Yellow is not a lovely color

When I dream or while sleeping
We can see them; Close, afar
Old an young, each one believing
Who I am, they really are

Time an time before I part
I ask who am I- WE ARE
And yet no name, has only one
Who are we, Or who we are

(04/30/2022)