Poem #1673

Stir Crazy

An end to the day looks hazy,
I’m feeling more than stir crazy,
Trapped without any kind of escape,
My patience crushed like a grape,
I don’t want to be here today,
I feel my remaining nerves fray,
That’s a strong indication I need a break,
Before I get a tension headache,
Or worse, I lose my ever-loving mind,
But there’s no way out I can find,
If there were metal bars to shake I would,
Not that it would help in all likelihood,
I’m ready to embrace today’s bookend,
Does today actually have an end?

Leave a Comment

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

%d bloggers like this: