Stolen

A decima for Ronovan’s Challenge #44. Steal is the prompt word on rhyme line B.

Stolen

Every creed forbids such sins.
We're taught compassion, not to steal;
provide each other with a meal;
how heartbreak ends when love begins.

Behind the background violins
reality is held in check.
This mote of dust, this tiny speck
of carbon matter tries it's best
to do no harm. But, like the rest,
we steal illusions, cash the cheque.
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Categorized as Licks

By Arthur Richardson

Very part time poem maker. Retired from paid work.

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