Poem about being taken for Granted

There is a bag on the floor.
It is staring at me with its zippered eyelashes surrounding its mono eye.
Winking at the only one it knows will PICK IT UP!

Will zip it up and hang it up upon the hook which was put there JUST FOR IT!

This hook which hangs upon a DAY of arguments and shields the fragile silence which befell after the BANGING of the hook up on the wall.

This hook is the result of FIFTEEN YEARS.
Of silently following the wake of possessions like a little tug boat.
Flotsam and jetsam on the living room floor...
And bathroom floor...
And bedroom floor...
And kitchen floor...

Fifteen whole years and just one day
Of 'OK! Stop nagging! I'll do it!'
One tension-filled day, and then...
One EMPTY hook.

Copyright Survival Jones 2012. You are welcome to reproduce any or all of this poem, but please include an attribution and a link back to this page.