Other eyes have looked
Other
hands have touched
The
memories of my life
Intrinsic
mementoes
Discarded
like dross
The
floor like a storm swept beach
Cables
hang from
Invisible
technology
What
once was there now gone
Uncaring
in their intrusion
Draws
hang out precariously
Their
contents strewn
My
possessions lie in disarray
Everything
of value gone
To
feed a junkies habit
Or
an idle mans greed
The
insurance will pay
But
when the money comes
I
will still know they were here
And
may come again
I
will look at everyone with suspicious eyes
Can
I live like that?
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