Friday, September 26, 2014

Pressure

What eyes see,
Can’t see what needs to be.
Dripping and tapping on eaves,
You’re not welcome.

Don’t say my name, 
Don’t follow me out.
Leave,
You’re not welcome.

Grabbing and surrounding,
I cannot escape. 
Go to peace,
You’re not welcome.

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