Torn Myself Away From Undesirable Guest Poem by Queeny Gona

Inch by inch,
Penetrated throughout;
My field of integrity.
Within no time; your presence recognized
You acquired prominence
With your multitude moves.
Hard I tried and tried
Till I am tired
To get rid of you
The more I try, the more you encroach!
Whoops! I am lost.
No-more can I tolerate; thy dwelling.
My only business now
Is to set scavengers
To yearn out; small or great memories
That are associated with you.
For you suck much of my life by now
You, being state of art for agony
None pleases your presence
To let the heads poked by
For even a short while
Of my slumber, Dear gnat!