As he marches on,
collecting the souls
of unexpected victims,
prizing his way
through cracks in life,
destroying tranquility
and life long bonds;
struck up
over years
of mutual love.

Left devoid
of your most
treasured possession,
he leaves you to clean
his foul excrement
from your once
polished white bath.

This housebreaker,
who, walks though
thick closed doors,
empties life’s secret
cupboards and drawers….

your happiness now strewn
over cold, stone floors.

Ian Bowen

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/death-you-thief/