Wednesday, 14 July 2021

TRESSPASSED

 

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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