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Sanity Decline

A poem by Beverly Stock.

© Lorenzo Ross |

I see my sanity decline,

Whenever It's network news time,

I feel obscurely here alone,

By those elected, I’m unknown.

My state of mind no one learns,

My health or death, not their concern.

And as for his regard for me,

True donation anomaly.

Quotas spent for visits and words,

Donate cash or your voice unheard.

Perhaps for two or three or four

Thousands sent, I could get more?

I’ve not one political friend,

Approaching my sanity's end.

What is this, I hear you’re sick?

Leaving by helicopter oh so quick?

Disregard my absent grieving,

Removing masks, so revealing.

A crisis in place of sorrow.

If you expired tomorrow.


Beverly Stock is an American poet who delights in creating poetry that asks big questions about small moments, and inspires readers to revisit the little memories we so often overlook. Her work has been published by The Society of Classical Poets, The Chained Muse, Persimmon Tree, and LightenUp-Online, in the UK. Visit and BeverlyStockPoetry on Facebook.

Sanity Decline

© 2020 Beverly Stock

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