The Front Door Was Open

Anyone,
Can become sidetracked
Anyone...

Busy getting it done
To rest, in tired fun.

Anyone......

Can just forget,
That when attention
Is at an arrest
For all the focus
On any givin task,

An invisible
Unwanted guest,
Slips through the cracks
Walks right in
Licking dry lips moist
Nearly drooling
On the carpet floor;

They say
Bad men come to play,
But this is evil
With the worse intent
And he has made a sleeping
House go silently still,
While a busy man
Is neck deep in irrelevant chores,

How does a knife shine
In darkness
Casting light
Into dying eyes
All upstairs is plagued
Of inaudible death.

Happy now
Hands are clean
From hard work,
A beer cheers
The television
In worthy rest,
Think it's great to sit some time
And enjoy eye stimulation,
But the eyes are heavy
Having other plans
That need to be heard
By bed and pillow.

Greet last steps
Embrace dark
See wife, tied up and waiting
To realize
A whole bunch of different fears
In one moment
Before everything loved
Is taken by a theif;
And he allows you one question
That he didn't allow
The family
Out of respect for the man of the house,
Saying, "Why!"
Looking into a devil
In reply,
"The front door was open."