Holding on so tightly to the final shreds of me I need to run and howl the forests down. I need to pound into submission Everything that jumps to bite me. I need to find a breath not gasping, Hand on heart that isn’t racing, Stomach free from panic acids.
Calamity stacked on disaster Perched atop catastrophe; Mishaps nestled in misfortune- Contretemps my middle name.
Fourteen traumas in a listing - Some stretch over several years. Stress points top the nation’s debt. Hated where I should be loved- Pushed harder when I should be resting; Attacked when I should be applauded- Do I live in the Twilight Zone?
With the end of weeping, silence- Save the endless humming in my ears. Eyelids sore, too red and swollen Let the door and phone bells ring I have no things with which to answer.
How can fate keep spawning badness Coming up with innovative forms To slither out and trip me as I stagger by Trying to create tomorrow from the wreckage of today. ljm
I wrote this a few years ago when I was being regularly tormented at work. 4th day trying to post it.