Fingernails scraping a blackboard;
that’s how it’s often described;
provokes a feeling, most abhorred;
our annoyance, clearly implied.
Many things cause this reaction;
as our patience begins wearing thin;
taking only the slightest infraction;
to trigger this reaction to begin.
Perhaps it’s a sign of the times;
patience, long ago, left the scene;
as up to date as half pennies and dimes;
or maybe a horse drawn team.
Blackboards have gone out of style;
though fingernails still can be found;
fingers scraping; worse than a file;
making a most annoying sound.
Reactions, we have, speaks to tempers;
for they’ve become so easy to lose;
leaving behind hot, emotional embers;
making patience difficult to choose.
What is it that allows us to lose control;
has the mind lost grip, and gone insane;
threatening to harm our immortal soul;
volcanic ash spewing, and falling like rain.
Annoyance can come from a simple sound;
or the utterance of an unpleasant word;
then, peace and love, are no longer found;
once our blackboard has been disturbed.