Sanity

Do I call

a spade a spade

or knaw fruitlessly

at eternity’s gate?

Joy is fleeting

Sorrow stands still

The mind mocks the mind

as I look out the window sill

Want an irony?

Then wonder what

these walls are for

to keep the inside in or the outside out

the barbed wired fences

my prickled tenses

are all but a fantasy

for I’m locked in, the world locked out

in a mirage of empty seas

At length, they want to fly away

my birds of sanity

but when they re free my mind begins to see

how the cage was a godsend!

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~ by solitarynotes on January 6, 2010.