I’m unravelling,

Piece by piece,

Thread by thread,

Inch by inch,

The yarn of sanity,

Is loose at both ends,

As further I stray,

From the centre of conformity,

That rules this rigid society,

Trying to force me through fine,

Holes in eyes of ordinary needles,

For a good and proper tapestry cushion,

To make of my unruly fibres,

Electric and unwilling to stick,

That I might laugh my eyeballs out,

And not be placed in a lunatic asylum,

And not to ask pardon,

For being the only soul,

Who really is alive.

 
Yarn

 

via Daily Prompt: Yarn

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