Those almost days

*those almost days*
The day grows longer as I think
Of all the almost brinks
On which I teetered far to often
Never sure if this will soften
Axe if it should fall
There is no more
Than I can ever care
The thoughts tumble out
Prickly they dare
Raised voices in act of shouting
Emotions constant we are looting
As if our marriage were
Germany strickened as Red Army evens up the score
No one wins and we get to bed
Licking our wounds holding our heads
Angry bears so distraught with the other
Having fought and wrestled to this standstill
I often wonder why we bother
Are those lagoons of peace worth this constant war
Maybe we should end it all
Unleash the apocalypse we have been waiting for
Thinking our marriage isn't our style
After 17 years I think time to change the thinking
Admit it may not fit perfectly
It is the fashion we have decided to wear
Goes so well with our personalities
And the grey washing through our hair
Perhaps detente could lead to a new Spring
A new world order agreement
Let's pull down those battered walls
Which we set up to defend ourselves
Fill in the trenches and spike the guns for now
If it doesn't work out
We can always find someone else to torture
Or lose ourselves in drink and drugs
Shorten life by extremes
Until one morning we don't wake up
And all is done and completed
Endings can be so sudden and so quick.