Sanity
By Amanda Robin
Who is sane?
Is my best friend sane?
She works like a dog,
At a hospital.
Only to see her
Patients dead
In the dark.
Who is sane?
Is my high school teacher sane?
She still teaches kids
To pillage the dead
Bodies of cats,
Only to have her students
Later ask a doctor,
“Exactly where is my
Spleen?”
Who is sane?
Is a solider sane?
Sharing with the man
On the other end of
His scope,
The idea that
God is on their side.
Who is sane?
Is my psychiatrist sane?
She gives me a sea
Of pills.
Blue, grey, and green.
Not knowing how they work!
By Amanda Robin
Who is sane?
Is my best friend sane?
She works like a dog,
At a hospital.
Only to see her
Patients dead
In the dark.
Who is sane?
Is my high school teacher sane?
She still teaches kids
To pillage the dead
Bodies of cats,
Only to have her students
Later ask a doctor,
“Exactly where is my
Spleen?”
Who is sane?
Is a solider sane?
Sharing with the man
On the other end of
His scope,
The idea that
God is on their side.
Who is sane?
Is my psychiatrist sane?
She gives me a sea
Of pills.
Blue, grey, and green.
Not knowing how they work!
I enjoyed this.
ReplyDeleteI really like this poem!
ReplyDeleteAshley
I am glad.
ReplyDeleteLove this Amanda! Shows me more through your eyes. Keep up the great writing.
ReplyDeleteThanks Amber
ReplyDeleteAn excellent poem, Amanda, especially the last two verses.
ReplyDeleteI'm looking forward to reading more from you.
Thanks Charlie. It's good if the last two verses are the best. The first creative writing teacher I had taught me that the last two verses have to be the best. I plan to put more of my work on here. I didn't know it would recieve such a warm welcome.
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