Who’s the thief?

Posted on 23/03/2011

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The stench of selfishness
barged in the refuge
I sought in your arms,
Did I not steal your heart?

A swarm of lies
Dashed in
Our dreamy trance,
Did I not steal your reality?

An alter ego
Slid like a thief
from your ostensible self,
Did I not steal your shadow?

A disturbing apathy
Kept interrupting
our reservoir of concern,
Did I not steal your worries?

Enough.
I’ve stolen your coldness.
Who’s the thief?

* The ending of this poem’s a paradox to my last poem “Red Devil”

** This poem has been linked to