Some people are annoyed at me
And I suppose it is no wonder.
In spending hours in writing,
I’m leaving them to blunder
Through the chores
And all the dishes.
I dole out hugs,
Intermittent
Kisses.
But really,
It’s an awful ask,
To cease, desist, refrain
From task
Of writing what I have to pour
Upon these pages and
Many more.
The dam has burst,
It’s here to stay.
They muddle on
In disarray,
Mum has left
The kitchen sink,
I’ve disappeared
To write and think.
The truth is out,
They can’t decide
If mum’s depressed
And needs to hide.
When all I try
To say to them, is
I’m pouring ink from
Out of pen
Upon the whiteness
Of the page,
Please understand,
Don’t fuss
Or rage
At absence in
The living room,
I’m stoking fire
Of words
To bloom,
Like flowers
On the window sill,
I’ve not forgotten
Boy or girl.
But I am out
And this is it,
Live and learn,
Don’t give a shit
If ironing’s done
Or who hit whom.
Sort it out.
I’m in my room
Feeling freer
Than before,
Open mind,
Closed bedroom door.
What to say to
Those who matter,
I’m here beside you
But you must cater
To my needs,
When after all
I work all day,
Cease not at all.
In evening’s light
I spend my time
Fixing words
That want to rhyme,
Shaping thoughts
That form in mind,
Reliving dream
I have to find
To end the pain
Of silent pen.
I’m still here,
You’ll live again.
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