I sat there with
All the other loons,
I sat mystified
In my own mind
It had finally come to this,
Like ignorance is bliss.
I did not come to believe
Until I learned to bleed
Learned to bleed
In the metaphorical sense.
Alone there I sat
Where no more room was,
In my head felt trapped
Like a lonely loon there,
Where no more room there was,
Among the other loons
And the darkling doom.
Jim Hime ©2014
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