202: Echoes

Echoes call me,
in whispers they fall
around my ears and land at my feet,
their business is complete,
they have no rights
there is no repeat.

Shoo! Go away!
You will not disturb me.
Stop invading my head.
You are the past.
You are dead.
Leave me be.
Stop shaking my bed.

Like the potential
for a thief in the night
the callous cry of a scaremonger
will not cast a blight,
there is no entry here
for the exhaust fumes
of my life.

Lady Satellite