A poem on my mind

Here deep down in my mind is a poem.

However I am disturbed as I put pen to paper but sounds that surround.
The spinning and the disturbance that shake my being saddened me with the thoughts of those who have suffered in recent days.

But then that thought leaves me knowing 'I'm alright Jack' then I am aware I am alone.
May be my 'base is secure' but is it isolated?

Better to die with friends than live alone?

I rest now. Letting the poem my mind settle. Letting my eyes settle, my heart settle, mind settle.

Oh I am sleepless as I settle.