Barely Sane


I am no poet,
simply well rhymed.
I see the line, I toe along it,
sliding each stroke as another moment.

I am no blind man,
bound by darkness.
I see the light,
all of its unfairness.

I am no little girl,
afraid of the world.
I hear terror,
and learn to ignore it.

I stand by the stoic,
the sidelines behind-
dead men and women,
children even.

Sheds and shreds, all the same,
only a letter to prove it maimed.
A child raised in one belief,
not a one left to be unclaimed.

Claim life as living,
and humankind as humane.
all simply lies,
as we are all just barely sane.

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