She Drives Me Crazy

She Drives Me Crazy….in a bad way.

She drives me crazy …

Serotonin wells in the shallow crevasses—

Amalgamating in my wanting brain

I entreat the moment, to rise from the ashes—

While speculating the longing attained


As the pavement turns to dirt, my mind goes astray,

I wander in and out of mentation

My haven burns and hurts, my heart, resigned by her today—

As this hole in my chest explains the ablation


Alone and in hell, foreshadowing in flashes

I began debating and talking insane

My emotions, a component, that always clashes,

rejuvenating the spawning of pain.


Enslavement to love was to affirm and designed to betray

So the monster can come out of his station

Though cravings reassert and remind me each day

The longer he roams the lesser is my narration.


‘Twas an omen I felt with this sallow compassion

Her blockading of my morning window panes.

As shadows closed in and quelled like unhallowed magic,

my pulsating chest, was a warning of her bane.


I grew impatient, more alert, primed to obey

To squander the notion I have for causation

Forsaken I’d flirt with my time as a play

I’d ponder the whole thing, my life, the aggravations.


Going forward had spelled me the gallows for my actions

Translating as me, walking to expiry in shame

What was stolen impelled the arrows of exaction

placating me of washing my hands of constraints.


The pavement she inserted, a reminder, as a causeway

That the monster kept inside cannot rest in sedation

But all her playing perverted and aligned my dismay

and stronger then was my woven frustrations


Out of nowhere she yelled and wallowed in detraction

baiting me into talking and destroying my name.

Words left unspoken, as my mind dwelled in reaction

Waiting and walking, now pacing and poisoned with blame.


In amazement I became introverted, confined to replay,

As her words like a boxer, verbs and uppercuts in fractions

With proper placement exerted, maligned with words she preys,

The lies she conjured like sure shots from a wordsmith, an assassin.


I began combing my mind cells to get away from distraction

Educating myself with warring in this game,

Thrown in with farewells, were hollow infractions

Of parallel narratives that have flaws in their claims.


Those were the statements I heard, she’d reminds me each day,

And they can’t find a doctor to curb her vile fashion

nor prescribe pain meds to avert her inveighs,

and I’m the crazy monster who made all this happen.

She drives me crazy.

Paul Neglia

Proud father of 3. Part time writer of poetry and short stories. I want to paint the world in but a few words.
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Proud father of 3. Part time writer of poetry and short stories. I want to paint the world in but a few words.

10 thoughts on “She Drives Me Crazy

  • September 28, 2018 at 2:30 PM

    Oh, but of course, a crazy person must have someone to blame, for they cannot see the truth, or refuse to see the truth. Great piece with good rhyme and flow. Take care, Paul.

    • September 30, 2018 at 4:42 PM

      Thank you so much Phyllis. I know too many crazies Lol.

  • September 28, 2018 at 7:22 PM

    I think all of us know someone like this or is that someone. Crazy is the new term for normal it would seem in the USA. loved this piece Paul.

    • September 30, 2018 at 4:43 PM

      Sadly that is the truth, crazy is the new normal. Thank you so much for your kind words.

  • September 29, 2018 at 12:56 AM

    Cleverly rendered my friend, as always. Great rhyme and play of words, your skill is very much admired. Thanks, Paul, great piece.

    • September 30, 2018 at 4:44 PM

      Thank you Tony. Glad you enjoyed this.

    • October 1, 2018 at 6:48 PM

      Thank you so much Rasma. There always is.

  • October 3, 2018 at 5:47 AM

    Isn’t there a saying Paul ” Hell hath no wrath, like a woman scorned” We are seeing more of that sadly in modern day politics. Nothing more demeaning to a man or woman than to be blamed without proof of innocence. I stand and agree with Phyllis Doyle Burns words. Nicely penned my friend.

    • October 3, 2018 at 9:42 AM

      Thank you so much my friend, yeah the mockery going on in the news nowadays is nothing but disgusting. Again appreciate the kind words sir.


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