Adventures in Poetry [Part 2]: The Unfortunate Burglar
The Unfortunate Burglar:
I am the unfortunate burglar. I take and steal, yet have acquired nothing.
I seek from others what they do not have.
I pillage from imaginary storehouses they do not own.
Any trace of confidence or contentment without magnifies a deprivation within and ignites my insatiable appetite.
In the morning I will steal your security that keeps safe from all of my deepest fears
In the noontime I will grab your affection that fills me to the brim with perfect love.
In the evening I will slip your smile into my pocket and your knowing eyes will lift me with eternal hope.
When I awake I wonder where all my treasure has gone, and begin to scheme where I can steal some more.
