free flow probably bad poem
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the glue of comfortable life
ripping away
a fresh breeze
of responsibility
nips there
in the wound
a healing wound
yet
and yet
it's hard to force
yourself to make such a gash
everything turned upside down
but the stress is harnessed
and yet and yet
I cannot move
the glue the oil has greased
my wheels
so much easier to coccoon
and coil there
growing increasingly bad
at things you should be good at
like parenting
and housekeeping
ting ping bling bling
sing sing ding ding
the music, the clothes
these things make sense
are rocks
the kids, the computers, the love
the effort
just not the money
sigh
sigh
such a random assortment of
food ingredients left over
that I can't even make dinner
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