As he marches on, <br />collecting the souls <br />of unexpected victims, <br />prizing his way <br />through cracks in life, <br />destroying tranquility <br />and life long bonds; <br />struck up <br />over years <br />of mutual love. <br /> <br />Left devoid <br />of your most <br />treasured possession, <br />he leaves you to clean <br />his foul excrement <br />from your once <br />polished white bath. <br /> <br />This housebreaker, <br />who, walks though <br />thick closed doors, <br />empties life’s secret <br />cupboards and drawers…. <br /> <br />your happiness now strewn <br />over cold, stone floors.<br /><br />Ian Bowen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/death-you-thief/
