There is a weight on my chest

And tears in my my eyes, and

This seemed more manageable 

With a scotch in my hand.

But it wasn’t. Definitely number – 

Not manageable though. The 

Culprit is feelings. My conundrum

Is placing them so I don’t explode, 

Or intervening them so I do not

Strangle someone and/or myself.

But this is the day after Christmas

During a pandemic – that’s new!