Poetry

Troublemakers.

Insane people.

Eccentric.

Thrill seekers.

Going down the rabbit hole.

High as a kite.

All the while looking silly for following a dream.

I can feel myself sliding.

Down into the pit

Where I feel everything is hopeless.

I know it is not true

but my mind does not control my feelings.

Instead it sabotages

Any attempts to break free from this horror.

So I sit.

Watching nothing.

Feeling Blackness.

Going numb.

Spring arrived early.

Summer arrived early.

Now Fall has arrived.

Early.

The pattern of the last few years

shows the weather has changed.

So soon

Spring will be Summer.

Summer will be Fall.

Fall will be Winter.

Winter will just be damn cold!

Or not.

When I dream

and the poem writes itself.

Beautiful and succinct.

Also funny.

Yet when I wake

remembering it is lost.

Branches reaching high into the sky.

Twigs break off.

A nest is built.

The storm may shatter what you see.

Things will regrow.

The roots are strong.

They have even pushed through the concrete meant to hold them!

I don’t know when the tears will come.

I’m on the verge

waiting for them to fall.

It has been like this all week.

Maybe I should let them fall?

I just don’t know if they will stop.

Then again, everything comes to an end.

The chair upholstery is wearing out.

The slippers are smelling strange.

Clothes for washing dishes are ragged.

Carpets are getting clawed to bits.

Pots are dented

and pans are chipped.

Plates are stained

and cups are missing.

Who is to say the house

doesn’t need replacing?

Like the shingles for example?

Getting a phone call while on the toilet.

Hearing someone making love next door.

Children throwing a tantrum in the grocery store.

Being told your giggle is cute.

Farting loudly in public.

Crying because your favorite show got canceled.

Yet hearing a baby burp is the cutest thing ever!

Not one.

Not Two.

But three people forgot something important.

Important enough

that a return to retrieve said item ensued.

Now I am waiting patiently

for the phone I forgot

to be brought to me.

Sigh!

It’s a key aspect

In any relationship

Whether between boss

And employee

Or between parents

Or even friends.

If you cannot be held accountable

For your actions

And how they affect others

How can you be accountable

To yourself

And how your actions

Affect you?