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I hate the sound of rattling keys,


As they scrape and probe




Seeking entry


Into my privacy.


Into me.




I hate the sudden, icy draught


Which chills my hot guilt.




In a rare moment of peace,


My ease


Becomes taut.



I hate the footstep on the stair,


Its rhythmic thud   a dull tattoo.  




Of the throb within my head,


My pounding heart

Is suddenly dead.








© carolmid 2023
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This is a nice little poem. Have you written anything else?

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