Death! ...You Thief Poem by Ian Bowen
Death! ...You Thief
As he marches on,
collecting the souls
of unexpected victims,
prizing his way
through cracks in life,
destroying tranquility
and life long bonds;
struck up
over years
of mutual love.
Left devoid
of your most
treasured possession,
he leaves you to clean
his foul excrement
from your once
polished white bath.
This housebreaker,
who, walks though
thick closed doors,
empties life’s secret
cupboards and drawers….
your happiness now strewn
over cold, stone floors.
Very harsh poem about the reality of thieves. I'll say this, though, that I'd rather not be a thief caught by you. It is sad how lives can be flipped upside-down in situations such as being robbed. I love when writers create a story, almost, for the readers. When you can see the house being robbed, the distraught owners of the house, it draws you in more. And, when a poem draws you in, it's certainly good enough to be appreciated well. This poem should change people's views of thieves, that I am certain of.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/24/2024 6:59:06 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Don't you dare to scrub this dirt out of the surface of the 'once polished' bath... desinfect and touch only the area you need to use... Great write - it shows the image of the thief in a bright light of the truth which takes of the mask he puts on for robbing...