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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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
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Comments7
Many reasons to end up in a loony bin!
Thanks for the read.
Sometimes it is just the simplest things that can send us over the edge.
Good write!
Thanks for the read and comment.
Those maddening things can send us into such a state Thomas.
Andy
Thank you for reading.
Love this one. Great little details. The snapped shoelace. Just brilliant.
Thanks brother.
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.
Thank you Teddy
Don't sweat the small stuff, and it's all small stuff, unless I am having a bad day. Nicely Done
Thank you.
I relate to that journey, you express it perfectly
Thank you very much.
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