Intrusion

Intro: up to 50 words (delete this text and enter your own)

I hate the sound of rattling keys,

As they scrape and probe

Intrusively.

Seeking entry

Into my privacy.

Into me.

I hate the sudden, icy draught

Which chills my hot guilt.

Caught

In a rare moment of peace,

My ease

Becomes taut.

I hate the footstep on the stair,

Its rhythmic thud   a dull tattoo.  

Aware

Of the throb within my head,

My pounding heart

Is suddenly dead.