Thief

by Lushed   Sep 4, 2005


His greasy smile,
plastered upon his face.
Thief of childish innocence,
And Grace.

What right did you have
To rob that from me?
I'll never be free.
So I damn your memory.

You're perverse.
You sick bastard.
May the memory,
Stalk You
As much as it stalks me.

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  • 20 years ago

    by Idiosyncratic

    Awesome poem, I really like the way you wrote the last three lines.
    A 'stalking' memory is surprisingly easy to understand... 5/5

  • 20 years ago

    by HJ

    A very hard and honest write. Compelling with much empathy.

    You have a real talent for imagery...Writing something so hard I admire you for.

    Please check out my latest work, "devils delight" It was also very hard for me to write this. Let me know what you think.

    Kisses
    Hayley

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