This is kinda in a sorta way how it is when I'm not doing so good. Pleasse excuse the chaotic structure, language - after writing it, then reading I'm not sure words are enough..but else have we?
Talking in cryptic phrases.
Impression his coffee had grown cold.
I was cold.
It was obvious
A secret dance.
Fragments conspiracy.
Electric current pass
the class
mental sense all.
mercilessly mere patient.
pull the trigger there was no choice.
She smiled, and whisked herself out.
Scooted off to another room
your time is coming.
Soothing smooth tone.
Soul contaminator
isolated
sterile.
Cell totally bewildered.
Fat chance voice.
Electronic connections to the machines
Flashing electrical interference patterns.
Power to defuse my molecules
Mega vitamins.
Felt enlightenment
Using transcending powers .
This is the core of reality.
Falling through dimensional space
Inner peace I want to talk to you.
Do you hear voices too?
I smiled and shook my head.
Stan 
@stan - beautiful, this 'thinking differently' which is what defines our daily lives. I love your exploration of the sky, weather... it really is like that isn't it. Even thogh we may have different 'diagnoses" we all to a greater or lesser degree living life thinking differently from the majority of people, although every one struggles, not just us. (I have to be careful to not have a case of "terminal uniqueness!").
Poetry lets us out of the strictures and bondage of structered thought and sentences and gives us ways of expressing our inner world, it does in its own right have structure, and rhyming is just one type of structure. I rarely use rhyming anymore in my poems because it in itself binds us to a way of thinking, searching for the "rhyming word" rather than the word that expresses the moment with clarity (although rhyming CAN do that too if done well such as your wonderful Summer Sun poem).
I like it that I 'think differently' it is the hallmark of me.
I am glad my poem was a stepping stone into your lovely poem too. 