Intrusion

Intrusion

A Poem by Mr. Stage Four

I think I hate the intrusion the most.
The picking, prodding, sticking things
into arms. Ouch! Go away already.

Take off your clothes. Put on your
clothes. Stand there. Sit here. Do
as we say. We're helping you heal.

Privacy is an illusion. It disperses
as quickly as leaves fluttering in
a wind-storm. Transient, unreal.

Close eyes. Remember. Recall.
Don't let the dropping stones
obscure where I've come from.

It will come, you see, whether
one agrees or not. It spreads
regardless of my religion.

I despise the invasion of
my body. The doing things
to. The freezing and testing.

Touch inside. Pretend the
poking fingers are normal
events. Just another laugh.

Late. Dark. Lying in bed
watching a movie. Half
attention paid. I'm afraid.

© 2015 Mr. Stage Four


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Mr Stage Four, This is extraordinary writing. You've said so much and expressed intense emotion in a very skillful way. "Just another laugh" What else can you do? You really want to cry because you're overtired because you cant sleep because you're scared and the cycle goes on....
I'm afraid.
It's ok to be afraid. Stay awesome. :)

Posted 9 Years Ago



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Mr. Stage Four
Mr. Stage Four

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