The Sun Thief

You stole the sun and placed it in a small box
No one asked you for anything.

The wind blows and snatches your box.
It’s the wind that dried yesterday’s tears.

Don’t vanish the light. Don’t hide the dark.
You just stepped on an ant. Unintentionally.

Day and night were lost…
Pretend you don’t know. Pretend you didn’t see.

You’ll remain an unforgettable existence—
slice your soul into pieces.

Maybe it’ll hurt less that way.
The little becomes much, and the much becomes little.

You were wounded to wound.
You hurt to hate.

Soulless souls wait patiently,
give them a role.
They seek their puppeteer.

Every yes holds a thousand nos
maybe alone, maybe not.

Perhaps it’s better if light and dark
take you with them.

Your box disintegrated,
the sun spilled out
and illuminated the secrets…
You stepped on another ant.
By mistake.

Nothing is lost for an ant.
You might have been one too.