I'm sure others do the crazy things I do.
That helps me sleep at night.
Surely there is a plethora of people that feel out of control.
Most don't know they are.
In my day I capture an array of pity.
I, however, have a feeling I'm not alone.
Oh how hard it is to muffle a great demise for the day.
There must be others that understand.
But reaching out or asking is a crazy solution to not feel alone.
I can only assume I'm not.
I know I'm not unique.
copyright 01-14-2009 Sarah Sisson
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem