Innocent and Weird

I’m innocent
I’m weird
I can’t connect
with people or the dots.

I’m strange because
the sun will rise tomorrow
but I won’t.

where’s refuge and
my therapy?

oh, well, there’s
something hidden like
loose change in a sock
before the wash.

© Ben Ditmars 2014

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