When You're not home

A poem About Burglary

When You're Not Home

I observe your daily routine, 

Calculate when your out

I write down every hour of absence

So in my head there is no doubt,

I will take your prized possessions

your sentimental gifts,

I will make you feel unsafe

through all your treasures I will sift, 

Picking the right time of day

no possibility of return, 

I watched where you hide the spare key

under the stone hidden in the fern,

My entry was easy and now for the hunt

two antique swords worth quite a bit

although they are quite blunt,

Some silverware and a games console

all added to my bag with ease

now to the jewellery box, 

the gistening jewels surely please. 

Captavated by a brotch that I have admired for years

Hear the door open from down below

ignite my worst fears. 

Heart begins to beat so fast I didn't expect you home

even if I am her brother burglury she won't condone

I lift the window as I hear her voice 

"The police are on there way"

could she possibly hear me? why else would she say?

she clambers the stairs no doubt with a weapon

to check out her room

 I wish she hadn't entered 

which will now serve as a temporary tomb.

She's reaching into the bag of treasure that conveniently I have placed 

I run to push my sister down not noticing the sword in her embrace,

It penetrates the both of us I misjudged my own strength

She slightly turns to see her attacker and stares into my eyes at length

A simple word escapes her lips before her final sleep

"Why?" 

And the answer before we part is simple

"I'm A thief"

 

 

 

Author's Note

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Reviews

[freelancejouster]

this is lovely in such a creepy way, which takes incredible skill or happy accident. either way, cheers!

[xXxCynicalWarsxXx]

Entirely interesting, and a shock, in a way. To think those you love are the ones to steal? Causes shivers. Very nice, very nice.

[Alvin L. Kathembe]

Interesting poem...it must surely be the lowest form of treachery, stealing from those who love you.

[Grace Catherine C.]

Woah, scary. I like the whole "story in a poem" thing. The flow is kind of choppy, but other than that it's very good.