Who is to judge if we are sane or not? Is a certain amount of depression mind over matter? Hmmm.....


Lost the Plot!


How do you know
If you're losing the plot?
Does it drift off in pieces
Or come out in one lot?

By what model do you judge
Yourself, your sanity?
Am I aware enough to tell
If there's something up with me?

I could see a doctor
Get loaded up with pills
Lull myself with mediocrity
Just the thought gives me chills

If I've smattered my grey matter
I'll be the last to care
It seems to fear losing your mind
Causes yet more wear and tear

So I conclude, late at night
When into bed I'm curled
I tell myself, "Hey you're just fine,
It's just the rest of the world!"








Poetry by Purple Phoenix
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Written on 2009-03-13 at 02:03

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Stan Cooper The PoetBay support member heart!
the last two lines say it all

Enjoyed the read

xxx Stan
2009-03-13


Christian Lanciai The PoetBay support member heart!
The world has always been mad. The exceptions have always been those individuals that became aware of it.
2009-03-13


TonyD
Yesss!!! This is such a familiar feeling, I can relate totally.

One thing I've noticed, is that the "turbulent" times can produce some interesting texts, and that the act of writing them down can make things feel better. This poem looks like it might even be such a one.
2009-03-13


Brian Oarr
Here's lookin' at you, Kiddo. [wink]
2009-03-13