What is Normal
poem by:
Annie Kirby
Written
on Oct 24, 2016
What is normal? Is there such a thing? What is normal for you Is not normal for me I lost my sense of balance There is nothing good Nor evil nor eternal Although I fumble for it It's twinkling miserably It's beautiful, isn't it? That's why I live in a fantasy Even though it's real life I see what I want to see There's nothing that is exactly a fact Even a lie which makes one happy Give me lies, for I could dream Give me lies, for my anxiety fades As I sob bitterly with happiness Kissed in a sigh after a bitter smile So I believe in small things, very small Like a soap bubble Flashed away, breeze scatter Somewhere in this world A phantom flower; normal It is said so exactly It is supposed to be so absolutely It could become an elixir It must be life To pursue it, might just Continue a stupid journey It is a violent poison It eats human beings What I have seen What I have felt I am the way I am
Tags: metaphor, confused, pain,
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Geoffrey Brewer commented:
Never mind what is normal. 'Normal' at the time and place were: the insanities of Hitler's German, Stalin's Russia and Mao's Cultural Revolution.
The truth lies in your last three lines.
Best wishes.
Annie Kirby
commented:
Thank you Geoffrey!
Christopher Russon
commented:
Well written poem Annie.
Edward shields
commented:
Not bad.
