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Timed Theft

written by: Mike Bell

@MikeBellWrites

These words will not be my sick complaint,

not my dull litany of low-dulled pains –

neither bellows of my half-swallowed fears,

no sand man damming floods of tears:

Instead I will lift prizes that others miss,

those wasted seconds which they dismiss.

This is my crime spree, my timely dance,

I snatch, a poacher, trapping every chance.

Join me, in theft, even you, the still-fixed,

let us steal time before no time exists.

Please hold the torch high, it shakes in my grip,

aim the weak beam at that prize which I seek.

See there, in the shadows, a life’s remains,

a lost loot of time – which is mine to gain.

I will take such disposals, all so discarded,

and burn it with verse, now herein, recorded.

These words are the ticks of my observed tongue,

all that remains of our days that have run:

I reduce the weight of my loathsome disease

by stealing the life that others leave.