I must have been crazy,
or in a haze of some kind.
My mind wasn’t right,
I’ve been up all night
(no big surprise).
My eyes are weary,
bleary and bloodshot
and I was not seeing straight.
But, of late there’s been
a weight lifted off of my shoulders,
and this ember smolders; a slow burn.
I yearn for your judgement to clear,
to leave me here where I started,
never half or broken hearted.
You’ve become my judge
and jury, so please hurry
before I lose it. I choose it,
this life sentence. How do I plead?
Not guilty, by reason of insanity.
I’m crazy about you.

© Walter J. Wojtanik