Trivialties

It’s little things that drive you wild.
Way past the point of no return
All though by nature meek and mild.
Eventually the worm will turn.
Into a monster seeking blood.
Something you do unconsciously
can often be misunderstood.
Because you do it constantly
As if you meant to irritate
Although are quite unaware
you’re partner becomes so irate
That with an axe he parts your hair.
That’s why you’re dead and I’m in here
your habit was too much to bear.

17-Sep-08

poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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