Slowly Going Crazy

slowly going crazy
not like a fox
more a box of frogs
bouncing off the walls

sit down
stand up
sit down again
stand up
walk a bit
sit back down

watch TV?
as if the dozens of hours this week
weren’t enough

a movie?
my attention span has shrunk
to that of a goldfish’s memory

three novels in four days
is about as much as I can manage

alas not an option
Oh I wish

now there’s an idea

at least my
penthouse eyrie
is cool
literally and figuratively
on the hottest day
of the year

life is good
but I am
slowly going crazy

or am I





20 thoughts on “Slowly Going Crazy

  1. write?
    now thereโ€™s an idea…. love that! Been struggling with the same thoughts.. so much seems the same and the words seem lost in the banality of it all!


      • It is compulsive, I agree. But how honest my poems are… that’s still up in the air. But there seems little else that truly helps!


      • Poetic licence, thotpurge. ๐Ÿ™‚
        I think we all hold something back; it just gets easier to reveal the ‘true you’ as one gets older. Pass a certain age and you tend not to care what people think of you. It’s what you think of yourself that truly matters.

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      • It’s quite liberating not having to worry about what I’m writing. However, I do realise that the personal freedom to do so only comes from the society I live in and the area of the world I am fortunate to live. There are many places on this planet where people cannot utter a fraction of what they’re truly thinking, for fear of the reprisals. I do realise how fortunate I am. ๐Ÿ™‚

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