As It Is
My life is unraveling
fraying at the edges
no sanity reigns here
days of challenges
to communicate what
can’t be understood
To see the fraying
of a mind once brilliant
to have to change how
to communicate
to know its going nowhere
and no way out
The interruptions while I
try for a moment of self
to write, to read, to think
always interruptions
never time uninterrupted
just a moment for me
I am fraying at the edges
of a fraying mind that bursts
with anger unforeseen he
strikes with forked tongue
goes after me
I assuage him, gentle him
down to bed to sleep
he writhes and hisses
he swears and threatens
he says he’s leaving
he’s out of here
I try and try and try to
console him, comfort
rock him in my arms
though at times I don’t
do so well, express ire
which he says is yelling
I am not perfect
I wish I were
