"No." "Not now." "I can't deal with you right now." "I don't have the time or the energy to deal with you right now."
Like a child, it pokes and prods, begging, with pleading eyes, for my attention.
"No." "Not now." "Get away from me!"
It tugs at my lower eyelids. Similar to the way a child tugs at your shirt when it wants attention.
I shove it away from me, "No." I insist, "Not now!" "Leave me..."
I shove it through the doorway and slam the door behind it.
"...alone!" I shout as I slam the door.
Slamming my weight upon the wooden door to make sure nothing can open it. I slump down to the floor before the wooden door.
It twists and turns at the doorknob but to no avail. A doorstop, shaped like a troubled-minded human,
slams her weight onto the wooden board with hinges, making it pop open for a fraction of a second before slamming back into its socket in the wall.
"I told you to go away!"
It cries out to me.
"No!"
It whines. I stand up,
"I said..."
I slam my hand onto the door, It lets out a little whimper as the door rattles in its place.
"leave..."
I shove my hand, in a violent motion, onto the doorknob.
"Me..."
I **** the doorknob intensely.
"...Alone!"
I shout as I wham the door open in a violent fury.
There is nothing there.
"Where'd you go you lil' ****!?"
I stomp one foot through the doorway and peek around the hallway. nothing.
I coolly step back into the room and calmly shut the door. I turn around. There It is. Sitting right there, Innocently kicking Its legs, staring me directly in the eyes.
There is no escape from overwhelming emotion.
The tears pour down my cheeks.
I really like this work. I don't know if it counts as poety, but I like it nonetheless.