TRESSPASSED

Other eyes have looked
Other hands have touched
The memories of my life
Intrinsic mementoes
Discarded like dross
The floor like a storm swept beach
Cables hang from
Invisible technology
What once was there now gone
Uncaring in their intrusion
Draws hang out precariously
Their contents strewn
My possessions lie in disarray
Everything of value gone
To feed a junkies habit
Or and idle mans greed
The insurance will pay
But when the money comes
I will still know they were here
And may come again
I will look at everyone with suspicious eyes
Can I live like that?