Thief

He thought, through hate, he could break in
And steal away your treasure;
For cruelty and maliciousness
Are their own kind of pleasure —

He thought he’d move you to revenge,
But you shan’t do that, shall you —
For that was not the box that holds
The things you really
Value

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s