More of the Same

Stop speaking;
Stop typing,
No noise would be best.
Stop smiling;
Stop delighting,
The world is an ugly mess.
Stop bouncing;
Stop giggling,
No joy to be found.
Black powder
Raining down,
Floating
To the ground,
Ashes
Dust

Did you ever have one of those days where everything everyone did absolutely annoyed you? And truly for no reason what so ever. These are people you normally would enjoy being around. But today, you want nothing to do with any one of them. You just want to shut the door on this world and pretend it’s a dream…a big, bad, ugly dream. No? It must just be me.