Mark Normand

The Thief - Poem by Mark Normand

In the wild I roam with fear, so
threatened by my guilt.
Not so much by what I see, I go
by what is felt.
The bushes and the trees conceal
the eyes forever watching.
The cameras in the ceiling and the
walls are cyber stalking.
But still I try, I don't know why, even
though I'll go to jail.
I have to steal, it's the only way I can
make some cash for bail.

Comments about The Thief by Mark Normand

  • (9/3/2012 4:28:00 PM)

    Hello, this is refreshing in its honesty, well written and if im quite honest was a tad shocking but i like that about this piece as it makes the reader sit up and think. I do understand this in an introvert way from my earliest and i mean earliest day of my life and whilst i cannot deny being peeved if it happened to me there are so many intricate scenarios where certain souls would feel the need to do so...Interesting write which gathers grey matter...tyvm karen (Report) Reply

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  • Ashraful Musaddeq (8/31/2012 8:07:00 PM)

    I have to steal, it's the only way I can
    make some cash for bail.
    ---- 10+++
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  • Mark Walters (8/31/2012 7:37:00 PM)

    Sure can't make much writing poetry, regardless of how good it is; and yours is great. Thanks,

    mark walters
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Poem Submitted: Friday, August 31, 2012

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