Autistic Am I

         Last night my family and I gathered at a restaurant with my wife’s brother and wife to celebrate my father in laws 72nd birthday. We have gatherings such as this several times each year to celebrate holidays and birthdays and once or twice just to enjoy each others company.  We sat at the table discussing all sorts of topics, some serious but not too heavy , mostly joyful and humorous stories and anecdotes from our lives.  My father in law sat at the head of the table, being the patriarch of the family. My wife sat to his left at one side of the table with our son by her side. On the other side of the table , to his right, sat my daughter then myself. My brother in law and his wife joined us after we had already been seated. He sat next to my son with his wife to my right at the opposite end of the table from my father in law.      The restaurant was a warm feeling, dimly lit, seafood place with brown wood paneling on the walls....

I’ve written poetry since I was an adolescent . I realize now that I’ve done this in an attempt to express my feelings so that I may be able to understand them myself. The more complicated or hurtful the emotion , the more trouble I have understanding them. As a result most of my poems have a “dark” tone to them. I explain this just so a person may know these emotions I express are not how I always feel. My mental state varies to the extremes, my poetry often reflects those extremes .                                       Consequence  The consequence of being me is easy to see Eyes shift , tongues lash and thoughts murder all that I try to be. Recognition of my thoughts  A goal that seems so aloft. Confusion is the resolution of the world around Confliction and Dereliction accusations abound. Stated resentment of being mis understood Completion of the desolation of any good With...