"A Thief for Happiness"

I'ave found
the comfort of life is
not like an umbrella--it
confuses me ever--lays me
on the ground sifting piles of
singed feathers ... I know
what I find ...
will not last ...
forever ...

(You say you find it so--you ...
are clever ... )

Regarding stretches of
my heart in pieces ... thoughts too;
one way or another,
I feel a love for you--unlike ...
a love of a lover--more like "clovers",
as we labor atop fields
we'ave covered each other
mussed about by wind--its zeal ...
we'ave eaten sun's parch
salvaged by rain's engulf--calming
our urgent appeals ...

I am as you are,
"a cloak or a cover",
not like a lover; and ...
I care about my feel,
as I kneel--breaking
to beg for understanding--crying
for release--screaming for
relief, or as I am ...
wondering why it is ...

happiness ...
I'ave to steal ... .

Written By, Darkest Angel
Written May 6, 2011
r.w. May 7, 2011