Poetry

If ever there was a poem

That explains itself

In its title.

Needing little else.

Categories to slot

Your idiosyncrasies into.

Medical terms

Foreign sounding

And wrong.

Yet it explains so much

And allows you to move forward

Knowing why

You are different.

Your new neighbourhood.

In Las Vegas.

On the moon?

This game gets weirder and weirder.

But at least it is fun.

Bathroom walked to.

Lights still off.

Sleep escapes.

Continue wandering the house?

Or toss and turn

while imagination runs turbid?

Some times the work

is worth it.

Other times

it only increases

the horrible end results.

So today I

will live with my choices

and hope

I learn to stop pushing

my decisions away.

The current tactic

of a business

to automatically

hang up on you

when they

are experiencing

an overwhelming

number of calls

really makes one

find out just how

patient they really are.

I would rather wait in a queue

for an hour

than have to

continue to call back

for 20 mins.

The mouse runs.

The rat hides.

The birds flaps.

The human cuddles.

The temperature outside

is typical this time of year.

Now I regret

not getting the flu shot.

If only this cold

could get rid of the Cold

I would be much happier.

Or at least

less achey!

Forgotten but still despised.

The snot rags that fill up the bin.

The awful sniffling.

The hacking cough.

The fact that I get the cold last.

Grumbling about missing out on friends.

The aching body that refuses to sleep.

The headache that no one else can see

but hears only in my voice.

If only…

But then life would have been different.

I wish…

For what exactly?

I should have…

Only brings back regret.

What if I had…

What if I had not?

Ignorance is bliss…

Yet the truth shall set you free.

I am not who I thought I was

And yet

I can not see me any other way.

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