Quiet call into midnight
I want things to make sense again
But I've never read the books on my shelf
Nor do I leave offerings to the fae
A novel I've read for nearly 30 days
A story half-edited / half-finished
And another seeming like fragments of a comic book
Long stretches of meadow, calling me to collect herbs and search for a leprechaun's pot of gold
I bury the phone close to my body
As 5g radiation blasts into my body
Old habits die hard I guess
My dad is dead
There is a pandemic going around
They might fake an alien invasion or rapture
Perhaps isolation had made me loony
How many days must I sit outside?
The sun shines in the brilliant rainbow ray
I feel as if I could be alone forever
I dream of the days I used to pop pills into my mouth
Being crazy has made me sane
You - the unwilling doctor
At best, you can leave and say it was my fault
I feel eerily calm
There's a pandemic going around
My dad is dead
Being crazy made me sane
Old habits die hard I guess
I want things to make sense again
Quiet call into midnight
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The Last Mermaid
PoetryEver had a dream you confused with life? Ever feel yourself slipping away into the waves? Ever feel that you've just gathered wings to fly away from this mess? Well... you have. You may be one of the last mermaids. Part anthology, part diary of grie...
