What kind of kid would do such a thing?

Overwhelmed, seduced by an irrational covetousness,
tiny clammy hands groped and grasped
at the stretchy elastic band
spread out alluringly across the dime store trinket,
furtively, secretively plucking it away,
locking it away in a dark, humid pocket.
And bringing it home.


Deep into the night,
his blood pumped insistently,
an accompaniment to the casual ease of the sin.
Holding himself rigid and aloof
against the terrible dawning knowledge of
defiant desire, he began to understand that no restitution could ever be made
for the shamefulness of the act.

What kind of kid would do such a thing?


What kind of kid would do such a thing?


What kind of kid would do such a thing?


Years later,
his heart still grieves - not for what The Thief had stolen,
But for what was stolen from The Thief.


:J

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If I am not for myself, who will be for me? If I am only for myself, what am I? If not now... when? --Hillel