quiet thief on the brink

quiet has overtaken me
but i am not sure it is called peace

i have been compulsively thieving:
from my father’s piggy bank
food from the store
alcohol and candy
i am a thief so i can keep my money to buy drugs
[drugs require currency,
and
drugs require me]

there is a chasm on either side of where i stand
and i’m dancing round the edges
waiting to know
if i will leap across
or jump off

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