We left it all tidy

Not a thing out of place

Yet when we returned

It looked a disgrace.



Drawers open, things hanging

Draped out on show

Realisation, a burglary

Someone in the know?



Sifting through all
Of this horrible mess

We both tried to cope with the elements of stress.

"Can you see what has gone?"

"Some clothes,  Jewels were taken"

It was surprising to find
We were both very shaken



More bars on the windows

Fresh locks on the doors

Trust slightly broken

Expectation of more!



"All possession is theft"

Karl Marx once stated

At this moment in time

It feels over- rated!