Nothing At All Poem by Marilyn Jean

I feel like writing
Things are not right
So imperceptible
Yet so very real
Anything off the track
Unusual or surprising
Out of the boring stuff
Departing from my chores
And the frowning starts
I hear there bad words
Sighs, but for what?
Things that are not said
But just hung in the air
To be heard andare
I feel the weight
Arguments for nothing
Just to wear me down
And I do tire
Ever and ever here
Just like this
Like nothing