Fragments of the Unhinged

No longer knowing
what is going on in your head
I question my own sanity

Poor schmuck on the phone
Just experienced baptism by fire
How dare he cold call you?

Busy work making lunch
Pretending I don’t hear
Silently praying for the poor soul

The nurse rolls her eyes
Mirroring mine
She understands

Maybe time to ask for medication 
Tomorrow it will likely be my turn 
To bear the brunt of your anger

Call the doctor later
When the coast is clear
Don’t forget, don’t make excuses

Wondering how much longer
This can go on before
Someone other than you snaps


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Laura Bloomsbury is hosting D'Verse Poets tonight and she has
prompted us with Fragmented Poetry.

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27 thoughts on “Fragments of the Unhinged”

1. Very well written Christine.

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   1. Thank you Sadje 💕☺️

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      1. You’re welcome my friend

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2. Real sadness reading your poem…very well done…

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   1. Thank you Ain ☺️

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3. I trust this is not too autobiographical, as there is a lot of suffering anger in these fragments – but perfectly fits the way moods bubble up and fade like fragments!

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   1. Yes that’s a perfect description Laura. Thanks! I enjoyed this prompt ☺️

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4. Sounds like a sad life… 😦

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   1. It’s probably more common than we know. Thanks for stopping by ☺️💕

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5. Painful but well expressed.

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   1. Thank you Punam. I enjoyed this exercise ☺️💕

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      1. You are welcome, dear. ❤️

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6. So much is being said between the lines. Nicely done, Christine.

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   1. Thanks Lisa. Were you taking a little break?

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      1. You’re welcome. I was on a month-long blogging break, yes 🙂

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      2. Oh good for you Lisa! I hope you feel refreshed and creative. I think I could do with a break too ☺️👍

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      3. Thanks Christine 🙂

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7. Absolutely stellar writing here, Christine! I especially resonate with; “Wondering how much longer/This can go on before/Someone other than you snaps.”💝💝

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   1. Thank you Sanaa! I really appreciate that. I wrote about three different fragmented poems before I came up with this one. I’m happy you liked it☺️💕

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8. This is so beautifully written, so much in so few words and so powerful.

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   1. Thank you so much Kate. I really appreciate it ☺️💕

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9. I am in the half-sleep insomniac bloom of zolpidem, but I like your work. I will return when I am once again razored out to write a ringing comment! ✌🏼❤️

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   1. You are so funny Rob! Do come visit anytime you feel like it. ☺️💕

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10. I love it, almost feels like you are breaking apart from your pent up anger.

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    1. Yes! You would be correct Bjorn ☺️ thank you very much.

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11. Oh, gosh. I hope some of this gets resolved. It sounds like way too much anger. Hope this never becomes someone’s normal.
    These fragments are so sad. They fit nicely into the form. Well done.
    Be well. I bless you. xoxo

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    1. Thank you Selma. It is strange where the mind goes when filled with bombardments. Someone else’s anger should never tip our own but give us the strength to separate and observe. 😧

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