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