My uninvited guest has left me chest bombs.
He still lurks around the neighborhood
frightening us every now and then with no
known pattern unlike the whereabouts of a serial killer.

My uninvited guest knocks never from
the front door or the rear ones but tries to pound under
the floorboards shattering every home, stirring hopes.
He destroyed facades, detested our faith.

My uninvited guest has come once upon a time
turning the sunshine morning sight
into a shaking mourning scene. And up until now,
I still rush to the doorstep not to welcome him
but to run away, run for my life.