It’s the little things that
drives one mad,
a snapped shoelace,
on your way to the
liquor store in the
driving snow.
A cockroach in
the cereal,
dead batteries, when all you
want to do is listen
to music.
Shifty-eyed people in
my house, quietly plotting
my demise.
It’s the tree of
life, cut down to clear
space for a parking lot.
No love from my brother.
Another frosty day in April.
Cigarette prices constantly
rising astronomically.
Footsteps in an empty
hallway.
It’s just a hop, skip, and
a jump to the madhouse.
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This is from my book of the same title, available on Amazon.com. Here is a link to my YouTube channel where I read my poetry https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rOGBCY2FM_c
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Powerfully penned, Thomas. This is very good my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thank you. I appreciate it.
The little things seem to cut deeper, that’s for sure. You nailed this, Thomas. 🙂
Thank you. Much appreciated.
An excellent write, Thomas! “)
Thanks. Much appreciated.
Wonderfully executed. Great work here.
Thank you.