Poetry psychosis

[Jabberwocky]

938 days of dancing
the music does not stop playing
long has it has been
since the times he wan--
...I've lost my mind
and the music does not stop playing
old tears dry while I dance to the music,
silly mud in my basket cracks, deserted,
is this how it works in an arrid skull?
maybe everyone feels like this now and then,
I'm OK--
I think, I'm sane, I'm alive...
these, the only thoughts with any oversight
let's trust in them
I'm OK
I'm OK
I called up my sister on the phone,
"I really did it this time, sis,
my brain is broken.."
I slammed the phone
ending the phone call
abruptly
because there was nothing left to say,
at least
nothing left to say in this moment

 

[darvocet21]

Should call your sister back. Or at least send her a copy of this poem.