Monday, April 13, 2009

Stolen Things

This is a poem of mine that I wrote a couple weeks ago. I was, in part, inspired by my finals week as it had taken many hours of sleep from me. I hope you enjoy it and thanks for reading. If you want to view more of my work, check out my Triond profile.


Stolen Things

How I need them

How I long for them

How I miss them


Sleep,

Oh, wonderful sleep,

Taken from me

Stolen from me

Gone


I have been deprived of sleep

My precious sleep

It has been stolen from me many a time

But yet I cannot get it back


When I catch the thief,

It is gone,

Unable to be returned

Even though I desperately need it


Stolen Things

How I need them

How I long for them

How I miss them


Time,

Whenever I look it is gone,

Missing

Stolen


Perhaps it is stolen by the same thieves who have taken my sleep

Perhaps not,

I do not know,

But what I do know is when I find these thieves I will make them pay,

Suffer for the pain I have had to go through because I know,

That I will never get it back


My valuable possessions,

Once stolen,

Can never be returned


The thieves,

Those heartless thieves,

Take my sleep and time away

And I am sad for I know I will never see them again,

Goodbye my wonderful things


Gone,

Forever

Never to come back to me,

That is the way it is


Although they are gone, I still have more of them

A never ending source 

Like the water in the oceans and seas

Until the end of the earth

Or in my case, my life


Stolen Things

How I need them

How I long for them

How I miss them

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