Poet13's Blog

Things I fill my head with to keep myself sane:
I do not wish to join the vanilla people
though their soft arms open wide to receive me
another sheep in the herd suitable for shearing.

I hide from them
my frantic ceremonies to keep them at bay
only attract their attention.
They see schizophrenia psychosis episodes

anti-social disturbance and ill repute.
I told them I keep telling them:
I talk to myself because I’m the only one here
an empty room listens at least.

Proof of madness?
All I ask is benign neglect
leave me be I mean you no harm
please don’t burn me at the stake.

Just turn your big broad backs to me
and I will vanish within your white shadows.
Only from time to time you may hear
echoes of my maniacal laughter.