Poetry

Unwelcome Guest

S. Sawyer

What do you do with an unwelcome guest

That makes himself at home in the rooms of your chest

Rooms meant for loved ones, family, and friends

He takes one by one from beginning to end

He redecorates in black and draws the drapes against light

Then he bolts all the doors and arms for a fight

Now alone just us two he serves me melancholy from a cup

And we dine on overcooked anxiety from the plate which we sup

So what’s there to do with an unwelcome guest

Who lives like a king in the decay of my chest

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