My warning bell

My warning bell
 
I’m folded up again; trying to settle
my roving mind . . . but it proves unruly,
 
intolerant of such a betrayal.
My companion from the first –
 
as best I remember – my strategist,
instigator, my warning bell,
 
my mentor and tormentor,
my fellow conspirator.
 
Hard to abandon so constant a companion   
and face the Void alone.  But maybe
 
I have mistaken the mind’s
persistent intrusions and admonitions
 
for the silent companionship
of my one true Friend  
 
in their ongoing and ages-old battle
for my attention, my allegiance, my love.
 
O child of God, if the Friend is one companion
and your mind is another, where and who are you?