Author: drachenkreiger

The terrible noise

It goes by the house

and all the fur

stands up on the cats

They despise the evil machine

that cleans our walks

and rightly so

it disturbs their peaceful oasis

The pin holding it up

is coming out of the wall.

The dates are all slanted

and I dare not touch it

lest it fall.

So I look at the coming days

and try to imagine them straight

when I all I do

Self congratulatory

Understanding wisdom

and then losing impulse control

Being in the market

and disdaining to buy anything

Nothing is out of bounds

Chapped lips

hands that crack

Moisture is no where

to be found

on these

cold, cold days

Even with the snow

on the ground

your face will freeze

and crack

before it melts

because the snow

feels like

When you can not do the things you wish you could

Where everything seems so overwhelming

When every little problem gets blown up

to twice its normal size

And all you want to do is curl up into a small ball

huddled under a blanket

and cry until the new year begins

Except the problems won’t go away

and you are forced to fight the sense of loss

until you can breathe again

and hopefully find a crack of light

coming from underneath an edge of the blanket

Also that it is warm

They may be faded

Some may have holes

A stitch or a tear

here or there

A little worn through

but still loved

because of the comfort

they once gave

At first it was cute

In unison they would cry

Now if one starts

the other has to join in

Sanity is fleeting

and patience is thinning

Tolerance is only good

as far as it lasts

But they are my babies

and I will be strong

because I have to be

Things are piling up

and getting overwhelming.

Again.

Changes are happening.

Some good.

Some bad.

Some inevitable.

Others I wish would stop.

My energy is so focused on the mundane things

that these crises are hurting me.

Not just me

but my family.

A pound of butter

is better than a pound of flesh

but I am at a loss

When the changes come sooner

than expected

Or take longer than desired

you begin to panic

and try not to collapse

under the sheer amount of stress

and pain

and guilt

and worry

that envelops your mind

The only thing to help

you through this troublesome time

is the love

Keeps the yeast fresh

So the dough does not go rogue

I wonder why my puns

have no substance behind them

Maybe because I sliced off