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The Door in my Ceiling
by Maria FrancescaThere's a door in the ceiling
above my desk chair
and I have a weird feeling -
what's hiding up there?
Is it bats out of hell?
Could it be my successor,
waiting to pounce on my word processor?
Or is it my boss, lurking and spying -
checking to see if I'm shirking, defying
or using my brain on the company dime -
being creative on company time
blinking when nobody said that I could
thinking
and breathing
and up to no good?
She watches.
She haunts.
She looks on in dismay
as I'm changing the faunts on my resume -
Now I'm nervous
I'm jumpy
I'm fearful,
obsessed!
Not knowing is torture
but maybe it's best
if I never find out -
learn to live with the feeling
and live with the monster
who lives in my ceiling. 07/26/2005 Posted on 12/25/2012
Copyright © 2025 Maria Francesca
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 12/26/12 at 03:03 PM Ha! Great flow to this and good humor! I always think of looking under things for monsters, never at the ceiling. Clearly I need to start looking up. Thanks for this! |
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