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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