Unhinged

Three short poems on being borderline unhinged:

I.

What we cannot write

Begins to write us instead,

And seldom does

A good job of it-

We sound even crazier

On paper!

II.

I respond to every rhetorical question,

And do not understand any metaphors,

I ignore the signs from the universe,

And getting jinxed is my favourite obsession.

III.

There are no secrets

Between us,

There is nothing

To hide anyway;

We are

An open book

With pages falling out.

©Aaysid

“People think that I must be a very strange person. This is not correct. I have the heart of a small boy. It is in a glass jar on my desk…”

Stephen King

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