“My Humpy Dumpty lives on, perhaps”

Thursday, November 6, 2025--Poetry Day 6

“My Humpy Dumpty lives on, perhaps”

The yelling
and whisperings
must stop,
must diminish,
must go away,
(I actually want them to flee away and never return!)

even for a minute
or two, maybe
for longer,
yes, even longer,
please much longer,
until the noises,
the voices,
the internal chaos
dissipates or crawls back
into hiding, hopefully
never to return
or even surface
to haunt me,
haunt us,
as we trundle
through life
and its many caverns,
abysses, and flat plains
that seem to stretch
on way beyond
what I am accustomed to
or even want
in my life
or the lives I lead
within my head,
home, and heart—
I only ask,
yes, even plead,
that you stop now
before I explode
into so many pieces
no one will
ever be able
to put me
back
together again.