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Mad Man, Singular

Your knock on the door made us nervous.

Your eager, too naked eyes held us frozen on the couch,

While you gulped your coffee, and explained

Your secret, convoluted universe,

Friends turned into enemies,

A listening post at every mailbox, the strange whisperings of trees.

We said to each other, poor boy,

We wondered, what will become of him?

But the wind dropped,

The stars found their old places, the topsy turvy seas of dopamine, serotonin

Settled back into their appointed channels, and you

Fetched up on the beach, battered, but sane.

About turnipsforbreakfast

Rose has two blogs, www.butimbeautiful.wordpress.com, and www.turnipsforbreakfast.wordpress.com. Enjoy!

2 responses »

  1. touching poem. well written one. it doesnot takes much to ruin relationships.

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