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Discontent and boredom battle mightily To see which owns my addled wit. Rain streaks down the kitchen windows Making worm-like shadows on the floor. The need to move nips at my torpor And reads my dictionary of excuses As I stare at crumbs on the tablecloth And wish I had another biscuit. What’s gone wrong, I can’t make right. I’m stuck here with no options And I don’t care which way it goes; I’m too busy being grumpy. There’s a cricket hidden in the hallway Nine days now and it just won’t die. The muted chirping stops and starts, Loud enough to be annoying But not enough to be a mask and hide The thunder of my disappointment When clouds and rain refuse to leave And I am left with only empty musings. My hands aren’t pretty any more. They used to pose so gracefully But time has bruised and twisted them And they no longer reach out to be seen. That’s just another loss to ponder: Take a number - stand in line. Everything depresses me, and then... There’s that ************* cricket! ljm
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Mar 12, 2017
Mar 12, 2017 at 3:25 PM UTC
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Discontent and boredom battle mightily To see which owns my addled wit. Rain streaks down the kitchen windows Making worm-like shadows on the floor. The need to move nips at my torpor And reads my dictionary of excuses As I stare at crumbs on the tablecloth And wish I had another biscuit. What’s gone wrong, I can’t make right. I’m stuck here with no options And I don’t care which way it goes; I’m too busy being grumpy. There’s a cricket hidden in the hallway Nine days now and it just won’t die. The muted chirping stops and starts, Loud enough to be annoying But not enough to be a mask and hide The thunder of my disappointment When clouds and rain refuse to leave And I am left with only empty musings. My hands aren’t pretty any more. They used to pose so gracefully But time has bruised and twisted them And they no longer reach out to be seen. That’s just another loss to ponder: Take a number - stand in line. Everything depresses me, and then... There’s that ************* cricket! ljm
I don't use that word in normal conversation, but it seemed required here.
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Mar 12, 2017
Mar 12, 2017 at 3:25 PM UTC
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