Short Galling Poems

Midnight is waving a keen goodbye
It's time to yank away the galling music box 
Let the dawn echo your lullaby...

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I'm haunted with vision
I can't resume my mission
My eyelids split open

Sprawled in my puzzled head
Unable to push head down 
Sleep never exists here 

I'm missing my slumber 
The clock spins madly...spiraling
My wings are unfolding 

Blurred by the galling night 
Crying desperately for sleep 
My eyelids are cut off...

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Sadly, she felt happy all of the time,
not a pinch of depression or anxiety
or any doubt, nor questioning
ever entered her life.

Of course this pissed off the rest of us.
She was impossible to put up with for long.
It wasn't natural, it was galling,
intolerable.

Kind?
She was very kind, helpful and ever attentive,
always considerate; it drove us crazy.

The best we could do is avoid her,
keep her at arm's length,
pray for her simple soul, commiserate,
try to understand.

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