Your Mood

Your mood spills upon me

when my shadow darkens

the doorway.

Whenever an unhappy circumstance

clouds your vision,

you turn from Jekyll to Hyde.

I often feel that I must step aside,

just to narrowly escape poison sharpened arrows

that you glare at me.

I will not be the door matt

that you tread upon

when your mood sprouts

seemingly from a single black cloud.

I will not scamper and hide

like a scared rabbit

just because your mood

is as dark and dreary

as the black depths of a turbid ocean.

I am no church mouse

hiding in the corner,

shivering in fear

from the big, black cat

swatting with sword-like claws,

hoping to catch a meal.

I will hold my head high

stare straight into your anger-filled eyes

and say screw you!

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

The person being addressed in this one may have a mood disorder. Be careful. Also, spell check the names in line 6.

[LeslieNoel]

Thank you for the review! I will definitely check the spelling. Thank you!

[Kay]

Great opening and closing imagery! The metaphor of the church mouse and the devilish cat fit perfectly before the final punchline. Nice poem.

[LeslieNoel]

Thank you, very much, for your review, and your kind words! I'm glad you enjoyed the poem!

[Kay]

My pleasure, keep up the great writing! =)

[LeslieNoel]

Thank you! You do the same!