Unintentional Existence: Kleptomania Poem by Vincent Onyeche

My color is black, heart same and dark
My nature is back, every season I bark
Every season I take something valuable in art
Every season there is a reason for an act
Every season I don't live but I visit and track
Every season there is a reason:
To why the old dies
And young ghost away so soon and fast
I never take bribe yet I steal an art
Away from the land of red bloods
Even without or with a silver spoon
I'm still encoded in vein and heart
Too short, too tall, slim or fat
Weight or weightless, gravity I am
Even a therapist cannot change
Every season I steal an art.