Sam Pete

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Writer, Convict, Thief!

Poem by Sam Pete

Writer, convict, thief!
Who gave you permission
Answer me,
To steal my possession?

You rip open my rib cage
And take away
That little pump
Which all day long
Has pumped up blood
Through all my veins!

In a moment,
Suddenly - the blood flow stops.
Frozen in time and space,
Cold and frigid I stand -

Till you gave me something else...

And now I look -
Not to take it back
But to keep it safe -
That which you've given
To me in turn.

Comments about Writer, Convict, Thief! by Sam Pete

  • Dwayne Bailey (12/22/2007 11:20:00 AM)

    I love this poem. It is true alot of times we give our hearts in a relationship and get back something totaly diferrent. Thanks for sharing. Dwayne(Report)Reply

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  • Ewigi Liebe (12/8/2007 4:30:00 PM)

    this is very fine interesting work of you, love it your way of written. thanks for sharing.(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, November 13, 2007

Poem Edited: Monday, April 25, 2011