verge of...

that weak moment when inner strength seems like an enemy

Am wobbling on the edge of madness, can you tell?

Wont be long before I slipped and fell.

One loud laugh, unwanted, is all that it would take

to prove me a lunatic, a real from the fake.

A talk with the air, a scratch in the hair

Making some loud comments, here and there.

Tearing up the hem might add a touch,

not recognizing loved ones? naa! won’t matter that much.

A shrill cry with silence sudden, unkempt hair walking with a hunch

they all will help me to take this plunge

But what is it that’s holding me back

At this last moment whats making me crack

One last idea I still need to find

How do I loose control of my mind?

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

as poets, i think we are all on the verge of insanity....we work so hard to contemplate and make sense of what is so we can write about it...i think we start to live more in the poetry than in life itself..and we start feeling like a stranger in a strange land...

[Coyote Poetry]

A lot of thoughts and direction in the poem. Hard to know perfect place or life. We must try to control our life and thoughts. hard to do sometimes. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[AaronFreitas]

This is awesome Mirza :) I really enjoyed it.

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yes, on the brink of losing one's mind... this is a relatable piece, Mirza, and I agree with Jacob... sometimes it's hard to tell the difference between the world we create and the world we live in...