The loneliness comes <br />A young burglar awkward <br />In his craft and obvious <br />During high noon when i'm home <br />And wide awake <br /> <br />Or while I sit thinking <br />Isolated in my quiet solitude <br />The intrusion <br />As startling as a window breaking <br />Makes my heart palpitate <br /> <br />i chase it with a broom <br />Hurl obscenities <br />And call out to my god <br />To condemn it to hell <br />And then <br />I cry<br /><br />tyrone farris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/and-then-i-cry/
