Achieving For The Greater Good

P: In The Memory

Invasion have we? 

Of a peaceful memory? 

A silent house on a silent hill

Awoken when we entered then 

Irritated. This was his home 

Alone not, when boxes emptied 

A scream, a cry, a confused intrusion 

For the silent hill was no longer silent 

Mustn'y we live among the broken?

The only memory left 

A man who was guarding 

So trespassers are we

Or is he to blame 

As the drive home, 

With full boxes 

Becomes the draw of the day 

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"Trespassers" from "Still Waters" By RickTaylor18 

Wrote this after I read your poem.