New poem

This one's a bit more organized... hopefully it flows better.

The Compass Twirl

North
Seen through rose glasses is my world of joy;
Just a ball of talkative energy:
Laughing and dancing and just being coy.
Sad times gone, their return I cannot see.

South
Tired, distracted, and hopeless am I:
Wistful for him whom I lack but need not.
Sleep would perspective bring, but I just sigh;
Disolved seem all the things that I have sought.

East
Intently, I listen to those in pain:
Supporting, encouraging, accepting.
I live, only concerned to help them gain.
Time ceases; Hope is what I long to bring.

West
'That's not logical,' in vain, frustrated;
Thwarted because reason is gone this day.
Treating others in ways inherited,
Wanting to change the world in the wrong way.