as if nothing is wrong

you get used to it.
the drip
of the faucet.
the splinter, the pebble
in the shoe.
the leak
in the roof, after
awhile
it becomes your new
normal.
the noise next door.
any pain
or suffering
from a loved one
is in time endured,
and you think
this is the way things
are,

a prisoner in your

own cell.

you adjust, accept
and go on about
your day
as if nothing is wrong.
when everything is.