Sanity

by Nights In The City

A poem that I wrote about Harry. Very short and I don't know if it's very good. Very angsty...I also put it under Tragedy since it is tragic in a kinda unorthodox sort of way...

Sanity.

Crumbling beneath my feet,

I wonder why the world is ending,

Then I remember,

It's not.

I wonder why the world is ending,

I prepare for my death,

I pour the salt on the wounds,

Then I remember,

It's not.

I prepare for my death,

With bells on my toes,

I climb the rail,

I can't see,

I pour the salt on the wounds.

Then I remember,

I cannot…