Stranger in My
Home
There is a presence in
my home
That haunts me to the
core
Though the count remains
the same
There is one more than
before.
She enters without
request
And does not pay the
rent
Coming and going against
my will
To possess me and
torment.
She trespasses through
my mind
Invading thoughts that
once were mine.
She poaches upon my
territory
And her presence will
not resign.
Though I have never seen
her
She has become a
stranger in my home
Casting shadows upon my
domain
As the faceless blonde
who roams.
She lingers in my
bedroom
Contaminating my
marriage bed
Taking pleasures I once
held
With the partner whom I
am wed.
If I only
knew how
I would commit a passion's
crime
But how do I
kill an image
Residing only in
my mind?
I need to unearth a way
To bury the ghostly
vagabond
With an epitaph that
reads
"Here Lies the Faceless
Blonde".
Poem by Carol
Barton
Copyright 2003
~ Carol Barton
Original Composition by Cosmos: