Grumpy Pants

I got a little moody today. I could seem to shake myself out of it.  I tried drawing. That didn't work. I tried writing. That didn't work either. Nothing really worked and there is still a bit of pressure in my chest, I want to call it weight. I don't understand what certain things effect me so much. But a poem came out of it. I don't think it is very much, bur here it is.  I haven;t written a poem in a very long time.

Things crash, like waves on my head.

I reach for help

and I hear it wait.

Days pass, my head quakes

I reach for you

and all I hear is wait.

I wait, and nothing happened,

another foot on my heart

and still the words are wait.

I wait, while  drown,

I look around

and wait.

I watch, the rest of the birds fly around me

While they live

I wait.

I watch, all around me

In search of wings

I’ll wait.

People cut, they cheat and profit

But I am good.

I can wait.

crippled heart, eyes closed

shaking in the wind

I wait

Untill?