Category: My Poetry

There was a stranger 
in my home, 
and they hid perfectly.

Lurking and snaking
through the shadows,
amusing themselves 
with the thrill of 
going unnoticed.

They watched silently. 

Absorbing and observing 
the miniscule details,   
adding to their list 
of evidential flaws. 

And they searched intrusively. 
 
Prying and peering 
into the failed bits 
and miserable pieces 
of my daily life.

There was a stranger 
in my home, 
and that stranger was me.