Prompt: write a thoughtful and/or thoughtless poem.
Hearing incessant heavy rolling
Wondering if that sleepless trolling
Makes me an ungrateful shrew
Not knowing what trauma his being drew
Possibly it’s a heavy chair
Marking its path in my upstairs
I should ignore and be contrite
But my lack of sleep does indict
The actions of the dweller above
Constant noise does not induce love.