It is an emotion that is leaves an acrid, and leaves acerbity in your body
As you stand there with trepidation at your situation; you sit there asking, “Am I really a victim?”
You see acts of beguile as furniture is toppled and glass shatters on your floor
Even vandalism is written on the walls in your very own house.
You take 5 steps towards your room and your heart drops.
Your paychecks from last night gone and your world feel like the devil has acted with vehement.
Birthday cards missing, emotions run wild, and things just get out of style.
You call the cops but you know its going to take a while!!
The cops come around 40 min later
It’s about 11:00 pm and you hear a ring @ the door.
You let them come in and they go around the house checking what is missing
As we have a seat we are continually asking, “Will we get anything back?”
We filled out are missing forms in hope to get something back
But we got no check or money order in which we still lack
It’s a cold place that we live in right now
Where people take things into regard so foul
I still remember that night distinctly in my mind.
But I know, I will overcome it all and have my moment in time to shine
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