Poem XI: Come, thief

The Thief

Come, thief
Come, take it
Don’t forget the jewels
Inside a velvet coffin under the bed
Remember to release the pain
The one summoned in this infinite space
Hurry up —someone is coming

Never come back

Come, thief
Come, take it
Glasses of tea surrounding the table, pouring mould and sugar
I need to turn the light of the century
It will be bright, but there’s nothing I can do about it

Never come back

Come, thief
Come, take it
I bet you always miss something that you never had
A suffocating lust, I heard
An abyss carefully crafted
The sense of being in a place that doesn’t belong to you

Never come back

Come, thief
Come, take it
Burdens blossom in the garden
The book of memories is also there
A blank page is waiting for your story
Erase from your heart the chapters that made you suffer the most

Never come back

Come, thief
Come and take me
Wear black and cover your face
Leave me a note inside the birdhouse
I’ll read it and burn it
But not before destroying the souls of those who didn’t believe in you.