i probably will not say, to stay out of harms way
to help lessen the tension but who really cares
just me, just you, can't take it anymore
get out of the house before the garden takes you
and buries your body within the weeds
shall you not plead
steal the things you think you need
is it so hard to go back from whence you came
or shall i forcefully shut you out
sympathetic, i think not
not when daily arrivals appear when i do not want it to
you do not live far, but near
you have no right to open doors or locks
or permissions to systems, you have not.
so angry it makes me green when i see you
livid i am.
livid like the waters on the shore
hesitating, flowing, the rage grows strong, then goes away
hesitating. waiting for the right moment to take you away to the middle of the ocean
put cement shoes on your feet and help you find your true home.
NOT HERE.
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