I am the thief who steals
but no one really cares,
for the theft is not from others
but from the mortal soul of self.
I am a burglar who breaks
into the house of painted glass,
and leaves the cracks of history behind
that cannot be repaired.
I am the robber who takes
what is fully his with a loaded gun
of words, and departs in a panic with
the cracking, deadly sound of doubt.
23/11/2017