Married To The Chaos | Olute Aete

My marriage is a battlefield,
Where tensions run high and never yield,
I share my space with a crowd,
Who bring their drama like a thundercloud.

Cleaning habits are a war zone,
And dietary preferences? Oh, how they moan,
It's like my home has become a zoo,
The strangers turn my space askew.

Money woes are a constant strain,
Like walking through fire and feeling the pain,
Boundaries? They are none existent,
Their presence, always persistent.

My marriage is a beast,
A toxic, abusive feast,
The strangers are like a plague,
A never-ending, destructive wave.

Oh, how I long for some peace,
For the chaos and drama to cease,
To be alone with my spouse,
And enjoy our house, without any grouse.

But alas, it's not meant to be,
For the strangers are here, you see.
So I'll just have to make the best,
Of this chaotic, noisy mess!

Poet's note: The poem is about the difficulties of living in a marriage with intrusive family members or other people who are constantly present in the home. It speaks of the tensions that arise from different cleaning habits, dietary preferences, and money woes, and how these strangers can make the home feel like a battlefield. The poem expresses a longing for peace and quiet, but ultimately acknowledges that the strangers are here to stay.