Some Might Call It Baggage
Some might call it baggage
I am at the ending of my wits, I can’t take this much more
There’s something quite amiss with you, it seems there is for sure
I’ve asked you nice so many times, yet this I must endure
It doesn’t take that long at all, a second for this chore
Perhaps when you were smaller, as a child young and pure
Something so horrific scared you badly long before
And you just can’t get past it as your mind it does explore
A nightmare in the kitchen that will cause you to ignore
I love you, oh I swear I do, it’s you that I adore
But, there is just this little thing that irks me to my core
Some might call it baggage, but right now to me its war
So tell me, would it kill you once, to close a cabinet door
A pet peeve : )
Written for the “Gems for your Baggage” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Carolyn Devonshire
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