Sugar Pop

Ruining my euphoria in the day long gone past

Ring, ring, ring, does the telephone scream

But I can not hear it

Cutting up a turkey with the nails left by my ancestors

I am a fool who wants to be a jester

And know just what the colors I see are for

Sweet heart

I do not believe in God

Always the black sheep of my family

Torn between love and duty

They were meaningless

All the medicine in the world

Did not save you from me

I must scream

Damned be my fate

And my only solace

Peppermint

Author notes

Despite how sane I seem at times, I am schizophrenic and I do remember times when I've been terribly not myself. This is a poem about one of those times.

once again .
50 - 100 words . i do know how to count .
rhyme . no rhyme . verse . free verse . haiku would not go here . but you get the picture . just about anything you can think of i will allow . profanity is encouraged as is letting it all go and trying something new ...
enjoy ...

"and seeing the world through another’s eyes
is like busting a window in a house of lies
and in the end you make up your own mind" ...

promiscuity : by ani difranco