Apartment # 205

Deep and alluring

sleep and worry

Stirring

Hopping to hoping 

cousins gone doping

mamma's gone roping 

and you 

you come stomping 

stomping 

and knocking at my door

stop 

stop I say 

knock no more

Flight and hurry

Steady with fury 

No one loves fun

fun for only one

Daddy's gone Rockin

left nothing in the stockin

And you 

you come plotting 

plotting

and knocking at my door

stop 

stop I say 

knock no more

Sober and Scurry 

staged like perfect Erie

Screaming for purely

fists of Family

For the number one Son

come undone

grandma drive's for Jesus

and you 

you come stalking 

stalking 

and knocking once more

stop 

stop I say 

knock no more

Author's Note

The first place I called home after prison, Apartment # 205. I lived there with my son 30, my two nephews in their 20's and my sister. This was a very small apartment no room for more than one and there were five of us. The constant knocking for the boys with friends, girls and party's. My sister and I always had are ex's trying to move in. We all had different schedules. The knocking represents the revolving door open 24/7 and temptation itself. I mock the family unit here over and over because there is no order in mine at present. I can endure almost anything for family but the day my son brought home a puppy I tapped out. If your still reading thank you and God Bless.

Sheer Terror

Reviews

[Michael S]

I love the flow...because of the description I could enjoy the poetry even more...rhyme is there and This is unique ...Quite an interesting and amusing life you had in apartment #205
Hope everything ended on a better note for you.

Keep up the good writing

[CaffeinatedMe]

Unique with great flow, I may knock buy only cus I want more. Keep them commin.

[Re-Pete]

This is excellent. I am blown away by this. I don't know if this is about the people in your life but it seems so real and deep. You write so well and great rhyme. Very creative and the picture adds. Can't say enough about this piece.

[TerryDarcy-Ryan akaSheerTerror]

Thank you for taking the time to read my work and to comment I do appreciate it. The poem is very real. My poetry is the window into my life and what is going on with me. Five years ago my family was large and we would gather occasionally and celebrate. Two things have torn what I know as the family and its natural heir achy to its foundation. Tragedy the mourning of and Drugs. This is why I bring up a family member in each set of versus, I am actually mocking the family structure as we know it. I lived in this apartment this very very small apartment with my son, two nephews (all three boys are adults in their late 20's) and my sister. My ex and her ex were always trying to stay over. The boys are young and always have friends and girls coming and going. Everybody works on a different schedule. There are always extra partying happening. I am sober and have been for 3 1/2 years. Apartment #205 was always rockin like 7 eleven 24/7 and the endless knocks were actually constant knocking but also the temptation about the drugs, alcohol , my ex and the beat goes on .......
Thank you for reading
Sheer Terror

[Re-Pete]

I'm sorry about all that but you do have a gift for writing.