Thief

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Thief

How can you do that;
Not to me, but you?
Selfish grabbing,
Robbing and vile,
Darkness from you.
Receiving parceled out agony;
Special, all just for me.
From the very one
Stolen from me go's
Way beyond what you robbed.
While tears of pain
Were dripping down
My anguished face.
Your selfish filth
I cannot bare;
Your ignorant,
Disgusting lack of care.
Wrapped it in your time thieving cloth,
So I would not on that day know
What large pilfering you had stole.
I am in torturous pain,
Again and again;
Pain is mine until my end.
It would make you cry like a baby;
You grotesque thieving snot.
To know how I live each day,
For you to see my agony,
My vomit coupled with
Forever chronic pain,
And then to rob what I need,
What I need to live my life.
My every single day.
So caught up
You self-centered theft
That you did not even care
What ramifications your filth has smeared.
What you've done is much more
Than just a harsh blow to my frame.
You didn't care of the results,
While your little mind
Was engaged in thievery again.
To me, the one who should never see
Your thieving hands un-noble deeds;
Your father would be sick to see.
In your gross selfish manner,
You did not even care to know
That your actions slash
Against what you think is me.
You think I do not know?
You think you out-foxed,
One of your ignorant foes?
That stinking badge is yours now,
Always to wear on your sleeve.
Did you get yourself stoned,
You slithering urchin slug?
Or sell it for un-needed dollars?
Greed you live with all alone.
I smell the stench of your badge.
Now as my days of pain unfold,
One after another,
After another;
Each past the other.
Remember the cost;
Forever that stinking badge
On your arm will show.
Was it worth it?
Do you know?

SHEA

The might of the word...is YOURS!

"POETRY SHELF" 

ID: 1266126   (Rated: E) Title: Amid the Rain  Description: Amid the rain - Amid the rain I stand in pain, claiming who I am. By: SHEA

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