POEM: A Bit Touched

Some people claim that people who are a bit disturbed are more creative. This may be true. Surly, I am a bit touched…as this poem would have it.

A Bit Touched

I was a bit down
Taking me
To the dark of night
I was a bit broke
A loan with the riffraff of my mine
I had a dream
That was a bit disturbing
I was wearing nothing
Abut a throng
When from the heart of the rabble
The oldest of friends
Plays their hand
Upon my shoulder
Of a thorough fare warn
Whispering in my ear
Unveiling some poetry
From a place unherd
Giving me
Awe I need
To be
A bit touched

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