A Thief is Born

He never got what he wanted
Never made anyone proud
Never knew why he stole
He snatched everything but had nothing
Possessions did not mean much to him
He owned nothing, not even his past
He was faceless
He tiptoed behind the unattainable pocket watch
He breathed the night air slowly
As smooth as a saint’s lie
He ran into the night
Smashing offerings
Shattering law tables
Refusing pity

He always rejected everything presented to him and reached out to take what he wanted
But
He never got what he wanted

This is how
A thief was born

Author: Ibn Rishdi

I am not great.

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