It ticks me.
To the point of annoyance
The sound of unclosed doors.
How people realize dangers are lurking,
Yet preserved their wits of righteous.

I might break.
From my silence.
From my virtue,
Patience is a dear old friend,
That I left in times of need

What is Community to us?
A word to disguise insecurity?
Or to dictact how much aloof
A person can be?

How hard can it be,
Making assurance one's safety
Will be kept intact,
The fact that Technology,
Has made us so much closer,
Yet in truth to be told,
So far.

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#WritcoPoemPrompt43
Write a poem on how to do something mundane most people take for granted, such as how to tie your shoes, how to turn on a lamp, how to pour a cup of coffee.

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