Piled Up

Life was going fine

until the dishwasher went to hell,

everything else just followed suit.

 

The dishes began to stack up,

growing things that have yet to be named,

threating worse than dishpan hands.

 

The laundry piled up in their baskets

tumbling over to lay in heaps upon the floor,

slowly overtaking the room with it's unkept carpet.

 

Bills left unpaid, thrown aside

to mingle with the junk in the spare kitchen drawer,

a place wilder than space to explore.

 

The fridge gone empty,

save the milk culturing in the back,

dueling with the cupboards for most available space.

 

All this things piling up on me

everyday tasks left unattended

while I choose to lay, stoned, in a heap upon the floor.

Author's Note

some of the other pitfalls of depression

Reviews

[Patient Poet (Yos)]

I know what you mean lol yossi

[Adrian K. Smith]

This piece, so seriously scared the s**t out of me until you got to the stoned on the floor - then I breathed finally and stopped looking for hidden cameras. My mail never made it to a kitchen drawer, if you leave it in the mailbox long enough, the Post Office decides you do not live there anymore and stops delivering the mail... nifty, eh? The rest though, left me wishing I could get drunk and go hide under the covers... :(