You come like a blazing wildfire,

Unexpected, a live wire,

Like the ghost of Christmas past,

All I see is you, it’s an unsolicited blast,

Forcing me to see your face and smile,

You dominate my consciousness for quite a while,

Just when I feel enough is enough,

You churn more in one last huff,

Why do you trouble me so?

What is it you want me to know?

Your presence exaggerated,

I.

Am.

Saturated.

©JustTalkingShep 2019