C is for Crowded, Cranky, Claustrophobic and Confused
That’s how I feel today.
There are too many bodies here that have no place else to go.
I can’t turn them away. Can I?
When they moved in, Silence and Solitude move out.
I miss them so
Is there a sign hanging on the front door?
“Down on your luck? Need a place to lay your head?
Want to drop your kid off and keep on moving? Come on in!”
I’m cranky… because I can’t write when I’m crowded.
Where can I put these thoughts?
They want out and I’m unable to set them free.
Are these walls moving closer?
I hear curse words.
Are they inside my head?
Please don’t let me turn into the cranky,
chick who’s always cussing somebody out!