adventures in dysthymia

Friday, December 07, 2007

MARBLES

I'm going crazy
and I'm not coming back;
I have too much
of everything I lack.

I've lost all my marbles,
the entire bag;
I'm 'it' in my own
private game of tag.

I need some time off
but got caught in a recess;
I'd write myself a letter
but I forgot the address.

I'm my best friend,
we talk every day,
But I can't get myself
to come out and play.

I can't remember losing
the things I've found;
At the end of my rope,
I've come unwound.

I'm going crazy
and you can come, too;
My imaginary friends
will make room for you!

Stephen Brooke ©2007

Another piece that sat, half-finished, in my notes for a while. I guess I got myself to come out and play after all.

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