Poem -
sane folk
Nothing to say I can't reach out
Take hold of a hand that's not there
No one need know I'm pretending
Not looking for sane folk to stare
No one can tell what I'm thinking
When I'm talking to nothing but air
Likely you'll think I'm just singing
Not looking for sane folk to care
Not looking for sane folk to question
Or try to retrain my strange mind
I live in a world with ghosts in it
Ghosts that sane folk cannot find
M
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Comments
Expertly executed. I relate
I know this.... you relate.... by the words you yourself write. Thankyou R x
Fair enough
'I am me. Who else would I be?' A Great Poem from the Soul.
Thankyou my friend x
I must be absolutely insane.
Fantastic poetry Marion, love it.
Life's a complicated business...insane is good. Thanks so much NE... always appreciated x
So powerful. Thanks for share
Hi Anwar... thankyou so much x
And I thankyou for reading...hugs x
You passed a strong message. And I’ve always liked “strange minds”,
they’re more complex, have more to say.
I've often thought if we get through this life and stay sane ...we are probably as mad as hatters anyway 😆 thanks B x