Ribmeat Of The Family Tree

Acoustic Power Outage

4-2-05

Most of my personal and professional
relationships
are, at best,
strained.
Mostly either by me,
or my lack of tolerance
for quirks.
And my quirks have usually been endearing,
but now I see
that in the wrath stress clothes me,
I may no longer be tolerated
in many of the places I built for myself.

I AM NOT FOR EVERYONE

I can only give so much
and take so much
and I'm guilty
of taking
everything
that's presented to me.
I'm also guilty of making more
when the minimum is required.

All my love is misdirected;
all my hate is scattershot
and I am lost, stuck
trying to define and redefine
and reclass my time,
temperament and relationships.
It's all a beautiful loop
that I no longer wish to run.

Everything is strained,
and the only guarantee I hold of hope
is telling me all is hopeless.
The only way out is out.