It's Just a Hop, Skip, and a Jump to the Madhouse

Thomas W Case

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
It's Just a hop, skip, and
a jump to the madhouse.

  • Author: Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 8th, 2024 23:39
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  • Lorenz

    Many reasons to end up in a loony bin!

  • Introverted Sage

    Sometimes it is just the simplest things that can send us over the edge.
    Good write!

    • Thomas W Case

      Thanks for the read and comment.

    • Goldfinch60

      Those maddening things can send us into such a state Thomas.


    • Tom Dylan

      Love this one. Great little details. The snapped shoelace. Just brilliant.

    • Teddy.15

      What a wonderful tribute to madness, a hop skip and jump indeed. I do find my self having a chuckle which indeed is a compliment to the poet. The smallest of things drive me mad some days. A wonderful emotive piece.

    • gray0328

      Don't sweat the small stuff, and it's all small stuff, unless I am having a bad day. Nicely Done

    • John

      I relate to that journey, you express it perfectly

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