I’m overwhelmed with all their chatter.
And all their words that don’t really matter.
I’m under-whelmed with compassion for them.
To survive without screaming, I’ll count up to ten.
I really don’t like me for writing this crap
But I’ll do it anyway to see how I map
A road out of these thoughts to reach higher fields
Where flowers are blooming and nothing here yields
To sinister feelings.
I’m causing this world.
The flag is unfurled
Whose white says, “Surrender
To thoughts that are tender.
Take a step up the ladder
From madder and sadder
And join them in laughter
And peace ever after.”
(10 minute writing exercise 4/15/2013 by Janet Spiller)