A strange world (a poem)

No prompts this time. Just a thought that came into my head this morning…

It’s a strange world
not of my own design
but from deeper within 

Strange things happen
pretty much all night long
I don’t understand 

Last night my tooth came out
for the second night in a row
I found myself defending my choices
to a strange little man from TV 

But I just want to sleep
to get out of my head for a while
Maybe today will be a brand new chance
to forget all that and be free 

It’s a strange world
not of my own design
Where do I begin?

(6 June 2014)

Leave a comment

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.