Thief

The night

Obscures my dreams

Under a blanket of darkness

Hiding ruthless melancholy

Eras lost to hopeless optimism

Denying life’s curved path

Stranded 

Drowning

A sea of regrets and what if’s

Confounding

The Thief of the Night

Who lives off of glee, bliss and delight

Robber of Wisdom

Of Happiness

Of Fame

Allow me Time to Dream

And my Joy regain

Being that life is only full of Pain

Rather

Steal away my Tears

My Fears

My Shame

Allow me Time to Heal

And to Feel

Again

But until then

A journal sits atop my nightstand

Every night 

I ink my hopes and fantasies

The ink is wasting

An engraved black pen 

My father’s legacy

It reads:

Thief of the Night,

Who stole from You?

And what did they take?