Tripped While Carrying Scissors Poem by Raj Dronamraju

Upstairs is the place where they found you too meticulous
Went off like fireworks when they saw the pasted together montage
Hypochondriacs in their hysteria, professional in focus on self
You found the threat of injury from all those around you

Quickly transforming from annoying clown to menace
From thug punch giver in overalls to taker of liberties in dark circumstance
The lights wrap the epoch of modern women in safety from the night
You find different threats in the clumsy frustration of acquaintances

But knowing you hold something potentially dangerous
That if a foot slipped and you stumbled could impale ones self
Granting the exiled anti-moment free reign
And gifting the control and with it self-respect to outside individuals

Passion's mistake is loyalty and you carry it in a careless way
Down you go and with that stabbed in the eye or leg
And those of us who are cautious and neither worried nor happy nor free
We feel the uncertainty of more material times