Thief

I shook my head and I grind my teeth As I stood in horror and also disbelief My property was stolen, my eyes were swollen As in my house came and gone was a thief. They took and stole what was not theirs to own To their actions and deeds they must condone They gave no reason, for their sin and treason But one day soon to these crimes they will atone. My house to them become their private store They came through the window and left through the door They went through my house, as quite as a mouse But when they left my home it was in an uproar. I wondered to myself why did they steal from me What I owned and had was my own property Questions to my mind, kept my soul in a bind Why this and why that I kept thinking constantly. I took deep breaths to bring upon myself relief Then the solitude came but it was only brief I clinched a fist, and then my wall I did hit Then I shouted there is nothing worse than a thief.