Fine Line
Fine Line
A fine line between madness and sane,
Sometimes I wonder which side I am playing,
The rhyming goes on, it rattles her name,
which side am I playing, sidestep the insane,
I look at the women, they don’t see me pass,
Guess I’m just made of that, see through glass,
Rhymes they keep coming, they misspell my name,
Who is that bugger, that talks in the brain?
The doctors can’t tell me, am I insane,
I break into chuckles, when I hear my name,
Too late I am doubting , the looks of disdain,
Sometimes on the one side, the other again.
24-sep-11
Nancy Jones
Contest Name Fine Line
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
