I give up, Every thing Stolen

 

Days have come, days have gone by,

But 

This is is the day I finally, give up, everything

Everything stolen 

I mean the little episodes of sunshine and smile,

That do not belong to me, but the person whose actually makes you smile

Yes, I am giving up, because, the sun shines for the while,

And then and suddenly,

It goes dim on me, and

I am left in darkness and cold

Very cold,

Forced to hide my wears before the darkness finally catches up with me,

Yes, some days, I am left with a fever I cannot heal,

I give up, sunshine and smile that does not belong to me

Even when I take years, 

Some glories aint mine, I am accepting that today,

A lended glory is as good as the lender's comfort.

How did I get this comfortable?

Yet, I keep on waiting.

For a day of coffee, another day a phone call, another day a good message,

Just days, 

Just episodes 

Of little sunshine, 

A sun that cannot shine when I rise up in the morning and I am cold

And wanting of warmth 

A sun that cannot even dry the cold sheets of my heart, 

Useless at best

I give up, the stolen compliments,

If I was the prettiest thing 

or the bestest thing

or the thing of most value 

Why would I need to steal?

Waking up to call yourself a thief is no small fete 

It is from tired bones,

And a mind that refuses to settle for the little

or the back handed morsel, stolen

And loaded with a lie

Escorted with a handful of sand to cover the eyes

The ears too,

I give up, I refuse

Anything stolen. 

I am certain

I am calling myself out

I am telling myself

Enough is enough.

Give it all up. 

Even the sun 

I will stay in the dark, unafraid.