Poetry

Theif of Joy

by XxXmysterBeautyXxX

Compare me to an animal
No, scratch that
An animal is too innocent
Bending to instinct

Compare me to a surgeon
No, scratch that
Beneath the selfish drive for fame and knowledge
There is a semblance of an honorable goal

Compare me to a warden
No, scratch that
Whatever I am to you
Cannot be something that contains, even farcically

There is nothing in me
That can contain you
That can be honorable
That can be innocent

So compare me then
To
Nothing