The Word Thief

He was a ruthless word thief

A thief who stole words that hurt

Words do hurt, don't they? 

They hurt worse than wounds

Words uttered in anger and hatred

Words uttered in hopelessness and desperation

Words uttered after consuming alcohol

Words uttered before committing suicide

Words uttered during a domestic argument

Words uttered during a legal judgment

Words uttered to release pain

Words uttered to cause pain...

The ruthless word thief specialized in the theft of the last type

The type that hurts the most

The type that makes man's brain return to its beastly nature

The type that makes man's heart hold unresolved regrets

The type that makes lips bleed

The type that makes languages an unnecessary greed

The type that breaks human bonds

The type that gift hospitals their money mounds...

The ruthless word thief specialized in the theft of this type of words

The type that hurts the most

The type that is unintentionally uttered by a wife

Before her husband drives away to die in an accident

The type that is unintentionally uttered by a son

Before his mother walks away to die of a weak heart

The type that cannot be taken back

Like the rain drops that cannot be taken back by the sky

Like the shed flowers that cannot be taken back by a tree..



The ruthless word thief would steal such words

And dump them in a garbage yard

To set them later on fire

The words would burn fiercely

Fueled by the flames of regret 

And after they had burned out

One could always see their silvery ashes

Lying on the garbage yard like unwanted babies

One could also hear their gentle whispers

Like the breeze's lullaby to a war-torn city

Like the ocean's lullaby to a stranded sailor

The silvery ashes would gently whisper,

"Sorry! Sorry! Sorry!"