Crazy
Crazy...
Voices calling,
whispers rising,
then falling,
face flushed red,
shaking her head,
walking stiffly,
like the living dead,
she was arguing with herself,
and she seemed pleased,
then suddenly,
the argument ceased,
touching people as they walked by,
some smile, others try,
a brawny man wearing a leather jacket
shoved her aside,
she bowed and cried,
then she started laughing,
chatting almost inaudibly,
her brown hair
falling down over her eyes,
she laughs loudly,
then she cries,
but the conflict lies
almost between the morals of God
and the morals of society,
insanity was clearly written
across her face,
but does that mean
she has fallen from grace?
© 2011 Frank Atanacio