Moon dancer 2009
Beneath the moon alone I dance
to music only I can hear
Though other folk may look askance
and turn away to hide their fear.
They fear me ‘ cos I don’t conform
to any rule they recognise.
The say I’m mad when I perform
my shuffling dance beneath the skies
I may be mad but I am free,
more free than they will ever be.
For what they see as sanity
a subtle form of slavery.
They must conform to some set norm.
They are afraid of liberty.
Their life a role which they perform
albeit most reluctantly.
Until the pressure got to me
I used to be a college grad.
A nervous breakdown set me free.
Insanity is not too bad.
I dance alone beneath the moon
to music no one else can hear.
I caper to a lilting tune
My dancing drives away my fear.
Sometimes I can talk lucidly
and demonstrate intelligence
But all too soon the clarity
fades into incoherence.
I do no harm to anyone.
I represent no threat at all
But peoples fears still linger on
which they conceal behind a wall.
Pretending they’re indifferent
They do not try to understand
the reason I am different
They just dismiss me out of hand.
I am obsessed compelled to dance
to every moonlight rhapsody.
Recovery, there’s little chance.
Please show a little sympathy.
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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