Emotions Running High

[Wild Weasel]

Emotions Running High

The phone rings off the hook
In the cubicle where I spend my daylight hours
Over two hundred calls I take
With naught but an instant to think in between.

And in the evenings
Well, the evenings are almost just as bad
Two little girls that I love dearly
But screaming at the top of their lungs
Rambunctious souls that they be.

Bills, bills, calls from collection agencies
And more bills
A broken-down car
A sick wife with a recurring kidney infection
And tempers flaring past their natural limits.

Something’s got to give.
But when does it?
When will it?

Just when you get the girls calmed down
Just when you’ve spent a few minutes
Listening to the wife vent
Just when it seems like you’re going to get
Those precious few moments of quiet time
You’re too damned tired and you just go to bed.

The next day
And the day after
And the day after that are much the same
Sure, there are a few variances, but once again
They end up much the same.

Meds help take the edge off
But they only do so much
When I’m at my limit I blow my top
Anything’s game and girls and wife alike
Become targets of my indomitable wrath.

I don’t mean to take out my anger on them
But I can’t afford to blow steam at work
My job depends on it.

Something’s got to give.
But when does it?
When will it?

I go to bed and hope to wake up
With things having gotten better
For lack of a better term.
But guess what?
They are much the same.

[theredshadow]

That's a powerful picture you've painted. I sort of know where you're coming from. Very moving.

[Wild Weasel]

Basically describes my mindset and inner turmoil on a day-to-day basis. Sometimes it‘s hard for me to get my feelings into words, but I feel that this does a pretty good job of it.