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.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

© carolmid 2020
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This is a nice little poem. Have you written anything else?

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