This a poem I recently wrote, and decided to share it with the forums. I'll leave it to everyone else to figure out what it is about.
Tell me what you think,
-abreaction
Order, a poem by abreaction
I
Even rows,
Set in order.
'Further you go,
Items get larger.
A perfect line,
Of toys.
From small,
To large.
All in the bed,
Standing quiet, still,
Next to the boy's head,
Finally asleep.
II
No one could get it.
No one can,
No one would-
His very own logic,
His reasoning,
His order.
III
He has a specific schedule:
Awake at 8, eat at 10 after, and at 9, school.
A step out of line,
And it makes no sense.
Confusion,
Without order.
IV
He couldn't explain;
They never understood him.
They acted as if so, in vain,
To comfort him.
But he spoke but another tongue,
One no one but him spoke.
It made it so hard to converse,
His sentences short.
A language no one else knew of,
Order.
V
Others.
He didn't need them.
He was fine, given his druthers,
He could make it alone.
Everyone else had so many ideas,
So many new games to play.
But he only wanted one.
Not games like House or Kind-
With all their pretend play,
All without order
VI
Sometimes people would do strange things,
Things he didn't do.
A simple loud noise, to them stings;
Yet it's nothing to him.
But when a car starts,
A blender runs,
The wind blows,
Or a door creaks:
He covers his ears, in pain;
Yet it's nothing to them.
It's so strange, they don't make sense;
Those people without order.
VII
Now he lay asleep,
As the schedule dictates.
His blanket in a familiar heap,
His toys all in a line.
Away from all the confusion,
All the insanity.
In a simple place:
A life all in order.
Tell me what you think,
-abreaction