you fill this house
with so many people
love cannot stay that
long here
it is rushing to leave
and go somewhere else
love is a pillow love
is a mattress
it is peaceful, how
come there is no love yet?
you have invited those that
i detest
respect is not here with us
it is a stranger, a violent one
killing us all softly
with a cliche, a song, a patter,
a chirp, a tiny bird
pin-like, thin, tinkering with
what was so tickling
deadly and too sensitive
because we have never touched it.
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A clever write...Like I'm watching a movie, full of suspense...Thank you, Ric...10