Basket Case

04/09/2020 -  Poem a Day Compilation



        I’M not crazy.



Your head tilted on a curious angle,

A look of befuddlement washing over you,

No one said you were but

Strange that’s where your mind went.



        I’m NOT crazy.



There was anger in your eyes and, also,

An abject terror at the thought

That anyone might think you weren’t

In full control of your mental faculties.



        I’m not CRAZY.



You physically recoiled at the word

As it came spitting out of your mouth

As if trying to escape a body

It definitely didn’t belong inside.



        I’M NOT CRAZY.



You stood with such force that

The chair you’d been sitting in,

Seemingly in comfort,

Skidded back across the floor and toppled.



        I’m not crazy.



The silence was filled with resignation

And sadness at a battle not fought,

Let alone been close to winning,

As shoulders slumped forward and tears fell.