Guilt

I moved in here four months ago.

The building is cold and damp, but it is home.

The only real problem is my neighbour.

He knocks on my door when I least expect, and enters with out asking,

shattering the silence with his lack of respect.

The stench from his apartment, right across the hall,

Leaks under the door and into my soul.

He is ghastly to look at,

though I have never seen his face.

And his whispers are louder than the ever ticking

clock that now stands in my place.

Guilt is his name

and I moved here to escape him.

Foolish I know,

He will always break in.

Reviews

[V. P. Trujillo]

This plays out like a story, with the way you word it. I like it.

[A. Amos]

Interesting piece of work thanks for sharing

[@zeewhykay]

I was about to write.... Just lock your door my friend !!

Then I facepalmed ! Welcome to Writerscafe :)

Sometimes facing our demons is the only way to exorcise. I thought this was simply very well put. Well done, and please continue writing !