Sometimes a day runs amok
And the need to pluck it
Out of your life;
Pretend it doesn't exist
Is as amplified
As the screech of nails on a chalkboard
With your whole being trying to resist!
It can't, of course.
The sound is there
Has caught you unaware of its intentions
Makes no mention of its coming
And you are left deaf and dumb-struck
For that instant
In which you want to pluck out that day
That's run amok
and
Go hide in the closet
Like a child
With a lollipop to suck~