Elephant

He’s in the room with me often. More so than not.

I have helped him outside more than once, but for some reason,

He really like that corner.

And keeps sneaking back in somehow.

I thought that I was going crazy, and that I was the only one that could see him.

But recently learned other people can too.

And for awhile I accepted him being there.

I got to the point where I welcomed him; figured at least I wasn’t alone.

I fed him, drug him from room to room.

The only problem is he is getting bigger, and louder, and more annoying than ever.

I use to just push him out of my way and laugh at the charade, and usually that was sufficient enough.

Now I’m having to squeeze passed him uncomfortably. He’s eating up everything.

Always in the way. Craping all over the place.

Rude comments, opinionated thoughts, and a thousand other forms of trivial chatter.

He munches on it.

I’m typically not one to lope from a war of words.

But it seems with this Elephant,

the opposite end of the world wouldn’t be far enough away.

Ale