Thieving the Thief
These eyes of mine absorb the light,
Stealing the sun’s bounty far better than
The forest greens and earth browns
Of the souls that surround me.
But all thieves take to fill some need,
Hide some shortcoming that they’d rather
Bury beneath miles of stone-cold expression,
Run the risk of apprehension than
Allow society to see their weakness.
Lightness fades under the weight
I bear within, and with every
Blink I require more of my eye’s addiction.
The balance swings away from its axis,
The light-grey becoming increasingly opaque
Until eventually the shapes and shades blur
Into indiscernible features, familiar faces fading
Until strangers fill their forms,
The comforts of home shift until
These warmths are replaced by a foreign cold.
I’d rather the sun freeze over, put an end
To its immutable output, take
Away the meaning of sight and light,
Steal away the burden of this blame and
Give me no choice but to see nevermore,
To turn all that can be seen into
A nothing shrouded in complete darkness…
