Crazy am I?

In a whirlwind of numbness

there is nothing but madness

This pen is my release

the ink is my blood

everything I see everything i do

haunts my life, my everyday

it tells me I am crazy

Crazy am I

a young girl, who acts on impulse,

who listens to her feeling as though they are a parent,

or rather a best friend.

Crazy am I

an old woman, who spent her life alone,

seartching for "the one",

but finding no one.

Crazy am I

a young boy, who fights for justice,

there are no greater oxymorons,

but he does what he is told.

Crazy am I

the lesbian, confused as what to feel,

scaredof the reactin of her loved ones,

she hides in shame.

Crazy am I

the killer, who's so fed up with life,

he wishes to take another,

perhaps his beloved wife?

Crazy am I

the teacher, who devotes her life,

to a robot of audiences,

faith is in her nature.

Crazy am I

the poet, who writes thes very words,

she spends her days deep in thought,

but she seems to have not a care in the world.

Crazy are we

these people, who have felt all to much,

all here for different reasons,none matter thoguh,

the fact remains that we are,

all indeed,

crazy.

By Miriah Grimes

Written in 2009

Reviews

[mariah]

wow... i like the idea of this poem. it was interesting and had nice rythem. good job! :)