Inside My Head Poem by J22 Poet

Alone
In a room
A room of no organization
The room of my mind
The room where my imagination slips into my memory
Where facts and nightmares merge and become one
Where the line between reality and invention is blurred
All around me, a whirlwind swirls
A whirlwind of thoughts, facts, dreams, wishes, and nightmares
I grab one or two, and start to stack them
I might use a file folder or two
But the winds of my frights will blow through
And upset them again
But who am I, really?
Am I file folders?
File folders tucked away to collect dust?
Or am I a whirlwind?
A whirlwind that could form something worthwhile?