In Absentia Poem by Theodora (Theo) Onken

My existance 'tis oft' times questioned
Seemingly lacking in presence of mind
Yet abreast of all necessary import
I am oft' elusive and difficult to find;
Without my assuring words of adoration
Lacking my gentle nod of assent
Totally void of the wink of my eye
Leaves some totally incenced;
Privacy 'tis my needful armor
Leaving me oft' times simply away
At times i am overwhelmed by too much attention
Seems these walls have ears yet today;
In a world of back handed abuse
Where connections make this world ever small
I truly am getting quite fed up
With the Electrical Guru's gall;
So, if fear 'twas what they were looking for
Intimidation-by their so-called being everywhere
I will not be their long suffering victim
As i promise to strip their reality bare;
In the meantime, i will again withdraw unto shelter
I will again absent my place: ' on the air'
Overwhelmed by such a deluge of unwelcomed intrusions
Am at my Wits End-i retire from life, in solemn prayer;