Soul Thieves

They can't take my past away.
They can't take away my future,
but they tried, by taking now.

They stole my words;
robbed me of my possessions;
took away my emotions
when they seized my expression.

Although it could be worse;
Although I wasn't harmed;
By stealing my verse,
they set off an alarm.

I realize how much power they have;
They--the unknown stranger;
What an ugly shadow they've cast;
Filling my world with danger.

I'd like to say it doesn't phase me.
They can take my objects, but not my soul,
but I have to say it makes me crazy!
They took a sliver of my soul!

They took pieces of me
that can't be replaced.
They took more than my keys
to my home and work place.

The worst part of all
is to them it means nothing.
It is of no use.
It's just a few somethings.

They'll rummage through it all,
searching for worth,
and when they find nothing,
they'll throw it in the dirt.

So, there's no gain.
Hope it was worth my pain!
Those fucking assholes
are probably at it again!

November 22, 1993