The Web Poetry Corner - Katherine Tildes - Coming Unhinged
Coming Unhinged
by
Katherine Tildes
God, I think I've lost it.
Here I am, the early morning of one 1st of Dec
and the fan is blowing of the dehumidifier
and I think I can hear voices,
singing nearly silent tunes along with
eqaully silent melodies and harmonies.
Jesus (I swear, you know) I really think I've come unhinged
the lights are dancing about
as if fairies were playing their
tiny fiddles in rhythm and blues.
Can you help me, dear Goddess of the faith I've chosen?
Can you, perhaps, persuade Morpheus to let me sleep!
Though it's cold I still sit here and type,
as if suspended in a dream
But I cannot wake up
for I am not really asleep.
Please help me.
-dec 1, 2003