The Silent Sentinel
It watches over me, constantly.
I feel it judging me, intrusively.
From above, assuming.
Taunting me, regularly.
Overseeing me, intentionally.
With regularity, pulsing.
The desire to touch it, possibly.
Press the red button, boldly.
For what purpose, pausing.
I acknowledge it, respectfully.
I feel no fear, thankfully.
The life saver, the smoke detector!
This above came to me while lying in bed this morning staring at the ceiling.