Torment
Twisted country lane in darkness
A Criminal underworld slithers
In Breach of law and morality
To gain another's hard earned
His Cricket Conscience stood upon
Crushed by lack of warmth and love
Caring not for his fellow man
Wanting all without labour or graft
In house with prowl and step
Rummage through silver crest
In search of gold and jewel
To take without remorse
The heart of pensioner beats
His sweat does leak between sheets
Alone and afraid of noise unknown
As an entity nears his quarter
This ordeal lasts but a minute
But the scar, a gaping wound
For left behind is fear and sorrow
That bleeds into every morrow
No day, no light left in his life
Another victim sits in insecurity
While the thief reflects in silver coin
Proud of his bullion and torment.
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Comments
Scary... because it's the truth... happening time and time again, even if we are unaware. Safety is as much an illusion as everything else. Our castles have glass windows!! Well written x
My mother and father live in a cottage in the country, I fear that they will become a victim to the threat of these empty humans, like so many before. Thanks for reading Marion x.
How you have literally summed up the world right now, and especially the UK although I no longer live there my family and friends are. A very powerful write, I'm forever hoping the criminality will stop. 🌹
Thank you Shirley, it's a scary world sometimes, I guess all we can do is shine.
Superbly written, Nine Eleven. B
Thank you Bernadete.
I hate violence. People bully and murder, pillage and plunder and people also, suffer and bleed. Your poem is real, dark and gritty. Written beautifully well x
When i write, I am the victim and the terror all at once. Thank you for reading x.
Such a sad truth so well put... I have only been burglared once in my life and nothing much was taken, yet 30 years later, waking in thr middle of the night by a racket our cat is msking bringing a dead mouse for her "kittens", I can still feel a slight fright, not daring to go downstairs and at the same time feeling silly🤣😭😋. Well done
Even if it never happened, the thought of it brings fear to many vulnerable people, these scum target the weak and needy, they are lower than the belly of a tick.
Thanks for your comment.