A place for the insane and the deranged

Poem By Hurain Ghafoor
English Literature (BS student),
Humanity Department, COMSATS University Islamabad.

A place for the insane and the deranged
you and i,
believing in neither coincidence or prophecy,
the theory of evolution or Jesus Christ
and his resurrection, the scientific equation
of how nothing turned into something
and now we are here,
past highways and broadways,
a dozen billboard signs or traffic lights,
under a sky as bright and full as the
sweetest tangerine, so blind and broken,
bruised to the soul and bone, we are
blood and flesh and all the things
that we are trying to outrun,
un-winding along with the prickling wind,
haunting the world with melancholy laughter,
at the edge of the world; a canyon of sweet abyss
we test with hesitant feet, running from everyone
else and especially ourselves,
to the place for the lonely and the deranged