Friday, August 05, 2005

Fifteen Minutes

Your voice
It once sang harmony to the music in my soul
Now it is the screech of fingernails on a chalk board
The children
The apples of my eye
Gather at my ankles, clawing like hungry rodents
The noise
TV on, from morning till night
Volume two notches too loud for the ‘theater effect’
The phone trills yet again, another knock at the door
Add a forgotten thing to the list in my head
It’s just one more thing to do
A dog barks relentlessly in the background
You ask if I’m OK
And I just want to scream out
That I need fifteen minutes
Of absolute fucking silence
Before something inside of me snaps
But I smile my warmest smile
And once again affirm
That everything is just fine.

posted by addict @ 1:16 PM |

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