I am the only sane one
In a mad, mad world?
Or am I mad and
Everybody else sane?
Could it be that
I just forgot to make
The connection to other people?
Or have they no connection to me?
Please,
Is there anybody out there?
Won't somebody talk to me?
Am I alone?
I don't think so,
So, please,
Is there anybody out there?
Do things look
Really that bad to them?
Do I look as if
I have no hope left?
I could spend hours
Like this,
But
I’ve
Had
Enough.
I have seen
The writings on the wall.
I’m tearing down
This wall around me,
I’m not sitting here alone,
I’m getting out of here after all.
For once and for all,
I’ll see if there really is
Anybody out there.
© Charlie F. Kane
11/04/06
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem